"It's the only option," he said through grit teeth in response to her question. He would just have to force himself to suck it up and walk. Scar leaned heavily against the wall as he stood weakly, a painful grimace on his face. It was bad enough that his injuries were almost completely crippling, but he had lost so much blood that he was lightheaded.

Scar would be Scar, though. He refused to let himself be defeated by an injury that was actually quite petty in comparison to what other various atrocities he had endured. And the fact that they had been inflicted by Lingormr only drove him further to overcome this.

"Where to?"