Gustav had the mental imagery of the woman fending off against forestlings with his severed arm, but he was sure thats not what she meant.

"Sure," he said a little curious to what she needed it for. 

His boots shook off salt from the trip as it pounded the dusty cobblestond road, and with one final step he paused to wait for the woman, his arm outstretched. 

As he did his mind wandered, "[i] I wonder where Heinrich has gone to, I'd much like to know I have a fellow warriors back as he would mine. [/i]"