Keep Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'

Of course she would say that she was fine. Iolaire was always 'fine.' Whether or not it was true internally. She always projected outward strength. When she jumped down from the cart, however, the woman winced. She would pay for the abuse on her pad later. The cut was very deep, almost bisecting the heel pad of her paw. Had there been time, she may have considered stitching it. No time though. They were in too much of a hurry. She kept telling herself that she would rest when she was able. She would not be the one to hold everyone back.

Roan's voice met her ears and she shot him a happy smile, no sign of pain on her face. "Will do." The small woman went about inspecting the cart, making sure that everything was in working order. Might as well make sure that things were well so that she could fix any issues before her mother returned. As she moved around the edge of the cart though, she couldn't hide a slight limp.