She sighed, the hail still pelting them mercilessly , before she finally moved to stand.
"You've clearly never seen an orc on her rage," she told him, giving him the faintest of smiles.
"Come on. We can wait out the hail before it gets worse."
This time she made certain to be more careful, producing a small, curved dagger and used it as an anchor to help move her forward and up.
"Stay close," She warned. "I'd hate to have to tear how strong I am to catch you." And inspite of herself and the situation.. the half orc smiled.
Perhaps it was the wild rush of the storm, the very near fear but relief she was alive, but she used that moment to move until they were above the small crevice of.rock.
"Here, hold my things. I'm going to make sure the ledge is secure."
She didn't bother to wait for an objection and with the skillful grace of a predator, she climbed down and tested the stone.
Then she returned, half climbing to the stairs.
"It offers protection from the hail, come on! We'll just have to be cautious of the rain waters."
She offered out an arm to help him, to help guide him to the pass beneath.