It does not go unnoticed by the barber-surgeon in their midst that the Lady Inquisitor is working harder than she should be. The thing is that he can't actually do much about it. He has given her more than her share of warnings, has explained that whatever illness she has contracted it is still in her body, that the medicine he has given her is masking her symptoms and that if she pushes herself too hard it can get worse. He has told her all of this but she is a grown woman and it is her own responsibility to pace herself. All he can really do is keep an eye on her.
That and to scramble to deal with as many of the morning's task so that she won't have to, and to shoulder as many of their burdens as he can get away with. Again it is one of those things where he could do more. Physically he is thin and wiry but he does possess more strength than his lean appearance would hint at. He could carry more than he does, far more, but not without raising suspicion.
Tearing down the camp is routine work and they are soon ready to set out again. Not having made himself out to be a fighter, Regis has never taken any form of lead. He doesn't now either, but he does make a point to stick close to Aleanna. He is worried. The environment is unfriendly and even hostile, making their progress dearly paid for and will soon be made worse by rain, of that he is sure. He can hope that they will be able to avoid the Darkspawn as much as possible, for even just covering this terrain will put more strain on her than he would like.
That is too much to hope for, of course. When the rain starts to fall still early in the day the pools of water seems to grow, making them harder to avoid. He sees the first misstep, a booted foot sinking down into a puddle and all he can really do about it is inwardly groan in dismay.
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That and to scramble to deal with as many of the morning's task so that she won't have to, and to shoulder as many of their burdens as he can get away with. Again it is one of those things where he could do more. Physically he is thin and wiry but he does possess more strength than his lean appearance would hint at. He could carry more than he does, far more, but not without raising suspicion.
Tearing down the camp is routine work and they are soon ready to set out again. Not having made himself out to be a fighter, Regis has never taken any form of lead. He doesn't now either, but he does make a point to stick close to Aleanna. He is worried. The environment is unfriendly and even hostile, making their progress dearly paid for and will soon be made worse by rain, of that he is sure. He can hope that they will be able to avoid the Darkspawn as much as possible, for even just covering this terrain will put more strain on her than he would like.
That is too much to hope for, of course. When the rain starts to fall still early in the day the pools of water seems to grow, making them harder to avoid. He sees the first misstep, a booted foot sinking down into a puddle and all he can really do about it is inwardly groan in dismay.