Asra nodded, taking a moment to lean against the side of the horse as well and appreciating how well trained she must be not to panic at the smell of blood in the air. His vision still swam at any sudden movements, but he looked up sharply all the same, struggling to focus on Symon's face as the other man slumped in the saddle. He was relieved to see him still conscious, although he knew if need be he could take them both back to Lyr with Jasper's help.

Wincing at the way his own chest ached, Asra took the offered hand and swung up behind Symon, a grunt of pain leaving him as he settled behind the other man. His head dropped to brush lightly against the back of Symon's neck as he closed his eyes and waited for his vision to stop shifting.

"Lyr is going to kill me for this," he huffed, amusement in his voice mixing with pain. "The one time we go exploring together and I almost get you killed."