When Misha pulled away from him, Tyr sent an puzzled glance over at her before he realized why she had. His mouth twisted bitterly. Of course. She was concerned about him being a cripple. His glance turned impatient as another heave of the earth threatened to send him to his knees... They were really way too close to the cliff. "Look, we don't have time for the bleeding heart act. I'm used to keeping my balance three-legged, you aren't. If I wait for you to stumble around like a one-legged spider..." he had to pause as the ground shook violently under him... "If I have to wait, we're both going to die. Now just put your leg on my shoulders, put your weight against me, ok? We can walk together." He shoved his muzzle insistently at her elbow. "Don't argue, ok? We have to go!" Any of his siblings would have been shocked to see him actually insisting on anything let alone trying to save someone, but somehow not living up to the expectations of the one person who saw him as being more than the cripple seemed worse than almost anything he'd been through under his father's rule.
