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Lana couldn't help but curse herself inwardly at not bringing medical supplies. She'd never been much minded in that direction and, well, it showed. Almost constantly. As terrible as he looked, she regretted not having paid more attention to healing magic when they were learning all those many long years ago.

Detangling herself from him, she stepped back. Her smile fell into a frown at his words. He was not wrong. Even if you can't, I can. An observation. A promise. Sparks glittered and danced over her fingertips as she held a hand up. She offered him a playful smile, if only a wistful and short-lived one. He didn't need reminding she'd tear the world down for him.

Watching him getting himself up was painful for her - she couldn't imagine what it was like for him. Anders... can you ride solo? Concern danced through her features as she studied him, his posture, his positioning. Lana did not doubt Fred would be gentle and careful, but riding a griffon was still no easy task.

She'd await his answer before taking a move one way or the other to go to the coast at his behest. Whether it was to guide her own griffon, or to call her to follow with a whistle as she rode alongside Anders.