Duck duck goose

Hyperion hovered close by as Nausicaa hobbled around. Inwardly he was rooting for her to give up so he could swoop in and play hero, but outwardly he was anxious and hopeful. "Oh, maybe it just needs a stretch to work it out- ah," He feigned crushed hope as she seemed to recognize the futility of it. Oh no, too bad. Looks like he was going to get his way after all. Rats. Maybe this whole thing wasn't going to be too bad after all. She was hurt way more than he'd intended, but she wasn't writhing on the ground in pain so maybe it wasn't as bad as he first thought? At any rate, he recognized he still had a chance at a meal. He was just going to have to work a little bit harder and hey, maybe there was more than duck at the end of it.

When she seemed apologetic about accepting his offer, he jumped in quickly. "Not at all! It's the least I can do. Don't sweat it, really, I owe you this much. My name's Hyperion by the way." He stepped up to her left side and debated what to do next. "I think you can just lay across my back, but feel free to lay however you like. If I knew my way around a travois I'd make one so you could ride in style, but like snares I'm rubbish at them."

There wasn't really a good, polite way to go about it so he just ducked down and moved forward as though ready to shimmy under her. He'd let her do a bit of the work just so she wouldn't feel like a kill being thrown around, but unless she protested he fully intended to pick her up and get going. Once she was settled he'd ask for directions.