"Right," Lorin said firmly, crossing her arms over her chest, her tone irritated. "You are clearly not okay, and when we get to the forest, we'll make camp, and then you two are going to explain to me what the hell you to are going on about." She looked them both in the eyes. "And if you don't, you're both out of a job."
The normally joking and cheerful elf was quite irritated with these two mercenaries, but she sighed and walked over to the side of the road, where there were a few trees lining the road. She picked up a few large sticks before dropping them again, and then, finding one that apparently suited her, she walked back over to the man who had fallen, handing him the tall walking stick.
"If you need to lean on it, do so," she said authoritatively. "Don't not use it for the sake of pride."
She continued walking, a little slower than before, in case the man couldn't walk fast.
"Oh, by the way, what's your name?" she asked over her shoulder. "I heard Talin's, but I don't believe I know yours."