Alexander was about to carry Rosline, wanting to take the easy way out instead of her leaning on him. He manned up and let her do as she pleased. [color=#63D1F4]"Yes. Let's go."[/color] Alexander said. He looked down at himself, noticing how dirty he was. He had dirt and dust on his skin along with spots of blood and other bodily fluids like sweat. He smelled of war, hard work, and "manliness" in his words. He couldn't even remember whose blood was whose, unable to identify any major injuries on himself. He had some of Rosline's blood on his hands, but that was all he knew. He shrugged the topic and continued to Crim.