#praxses

          "Ah." Finally someone who might be able to help him. It felt like Inigo had been searching for the entire day for such a person, even though in reality it hadn't even been an hour yet. Strolling up to the other man, Inigo's hand rested absently on the hilt of his sword before, carefully clearing his throat, he spoke up.

"Milord, I'm only doing my job. There would be no need for... repaying."

"I know. I'm just saying you deserve some kind of reward. You do so much for me, don't you get tired?"

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  “Frederick, it would be very much appreciated if you were to perhaps kneel down…" Gods, he was tall. She never took into consideration just how intimidating that would be if they were on opposite sides.

       Pale brows pinch together, and there’s hesitation in his mahogany orbs before, reluctantly, Inigo accepts the offer, hobbling closer to lean gingerly against the knight. “It’s not…” he begins falteringly, pressing strong fingertips to his ribs. “That bad. ... P-----”

     Broken paw pads trailed along the uneven mixture of grass and mud that made up the ground, as his head remained low to the ground. Tired legs dragging along through the unfamiliar forest, as his nose poked at the various scents filtering through the air in an attempt to relocate himself back onto the path that he had lost in an attempt to make up for the time his ailing body had cost him. But it appeared that he had only hindered himself all the more.

       The unknown lands proving to be difficult for him, and he was forced to move slowly, ash is aching legs protested his every movement. Though, he didn't regret accepting the request despite her highness's concerns. He was always willing to serve his country, even against his better judgement.

      His nose wrinkled as the scent of burning wood swept into his nostrils, and he yanked his head up from the ground to cast his gaze in the direction of it. Heading down towards the source, he carefully made an attempt to approach the site to see if the owners of the fire looked friendly enough to offer a foreigner directions, but his sore paws snapped a branch. His ears flinging forward, as he watched the group stumble to their feet. Dread falling over him when he lacked the time to revert to human form before being spotted.