more than i can chew

She seemed willing to follow her; her obedience pleased Eyrún greatly. It would be no great effort to watch over her while she rested and healed. Fetching her a meal would be quite easy as well. It seemed as obvious a fact as any that Aryn had been sent here by the gods - yet another test. They certainly enjoyed watching her prove herself, didn't they? She had no qualms with succumbing to their wishes though. No, in fact she had full intentions of proving she was just as faithful a Finnvi as she could be. "Let's get going then," she offered a shoulder to Aryn, giving her room to lean against her if needed while she walked. Though the younger female was quite scrawny she was not quite able to be carried by her so she wouldn't risk it. She looked stable enough to travel a short distance anyway, even if she couldn't do much else.

Aryn's question earned a slight laugh. "Probably not the Hell you've heard of. Hel," she emphasized sharply. "Hel is the goddess of death. Her domain is not any sort of punishment, it's simply somewhere you might end up when you die, hardly different from this plane. But the point was that you're not quite knocking on Hel's door yet. Not if I can help it, at least." Eyrún shrugged, not wanting Aryn to waste her energy on anything but getting away from this place and somewhere a bit safer. She'd seen a patch of trees not far off which seemed like a suitable place to hunker down and allow her to rest. "C'mon now, hurry up," she encouraged her after a moment.