The Isle

Foulques quirked an eyebrow. Clearly, this man was the jealous type. Fortunately though, his wife seemed to be quite used to his antics, so Foulques merely nodded, stepping up on Cassidy's other side and allowing her to settle against him. "Should either of you need to stop a moment, say so," he said as they started off. He kept his pace slower than normal in deference to both his longer stride and their weakened state. "Better to lose a bit of your pride to the admission than a bit of your flesh to the brambles."