Desi dragged the templar off the road, cringing as his imagination painted a picture of wolves or worse stumbling upon an easy meal (albeit one encased in steel). It wasn't likely to happen, Desi knew, but there remained that niggling maybe this once--which he ignored as well he could. "I'm not taking him that far into the woods, Yonca. If he can't swallow his pride enough to call for help after he wakes, then starvation suits him."
The first denser copse of trees was good enough for Desi, and he dropped the templar down armor clattering against the roots of a healthy oak. It wasn't entirely out of line-of-sight of the road, but a passerby would have to paying quite some attention to notice anything out of place.
He didn't match her gaze though he could feel it on him. Instead he busied himself looping the rope around templar and tree. "I like myself a lot more than I like them. I'm sure I'd feel terrible about it afterwards though," replied Desi, purposefully distracted as he finessed a knot with more enthusiasm than skill.