Walkyr gripped Trescina’s hand and slowly descended the steep terrain. He tried to pick out the easiest path, stopping several times to wrap his arm around her waist and lift her over a log or steady her when they encountered a steep drop.
“I can do this,” she said in exasperation after the third time he paused.
He met her irritated protest with a wry grin. “But if you did this unaided, then I could not add being a gallant warrior to my resume. I need something to counter balance your award for the game you enjoy,” he replied.
“Clue… the game is called… Clue. You have to figure out who murdered someone, the weapon they used, and the location where they did it,” she said.
He gazed down at her before slowly sliding his arm around her waist again and lifting her. She gripped his shoulders
