who's turn is it to save who now?

He finally pauses, realising she was too exhausted and hurt to get as far as he wanted her to go. The moment she caught up with him, she snatched the bag from his muzzle. He let her have it without a fight, prioritising his scrutiny of her instead. "Somewhere safe you can rest that leg" he said at last, and then crouched down on the ground, before going fully on his belly in front of her.


"Hop on, then. But only this once, Tox." He warned her, his serious eyes looking up at her. Taller than him, from his lowered position. She was probably starting to understand his hesitation with touch these days, but he was prioritising getting her somewhere safe over that.