"I would be most willing to help in that regard," he says - moving just a little too quickly to make an effort to stand up, where every muscle in his body reminds him that not only did he just ride his first horse ever but he also got thrown off it and then fell asleep on a rock.

Skellig reaches an arm out and grips her shoulder to steady himself, as his legs do not wish to cooperate just yet. He can sense her concern flare, and he shakes his head.

"Just need t'soak. Not hurt."