Detheriel
The time for debate was over. He quickly judged the distance to the forest and made up his mind. Strapping his bow to his back and placing the arrow in its quiver he gave Isokla an apologetic look. "Forgive me Lady" he said, bending down and encircling her waist with his arm.
Grunting with the effort, half-lifting and half-carrying her, Detheriel set off at a fast jog in Delryn's footsteps.
OOC: I didn't think with a strength of 2 that I'd be able to lift her up bodily with all her kit.
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