Henri grits his teeth" ahh that stings" he says as his leg locks up from the pain . Gritting his teeth so hard he almost breaks them he rips a piece of leather off his coat and ties it around the wound " fine fine I'll call you Arz "
Henri rolls his eyes and punches himself in the wound " aghh" he says as he stands up straight" ok now I can walk " he says and walks over to a log" quick take the horses before mcscaley roasts it" he says
He drives his sword into the horse, and it dies instantly. His sword glows bright, severing the horses soul, and it rises as a ghost. He takes a deep breath, and it stretches, warping and weaving into his helmet.
Yalanilue watches with expertly masked concern and she rolls her eyes. “Human your taking my horse the rest of the way. I’ll walk.” She helps him to skin and cut up the horse. “I’m sorry friend,” she says quietly under her breath.
“He wasn’t my prey, lichking.” Yalanilue sighs. “And yes I have reverence for nature and for the dead. Call it mourning if you want. Human I wasn’t asking. Your taking my horse.” She flicks a finger and the meat is encompassed in a light fire. “Does anyone want the skin?”
Yalanilue shrugs. “Don’t ask me.” She carries the skin out of the tent then flicks a finger and the skin is turned into a pyre. She lets it burn out and she checks the meat. “How does everyone like their meat?”