"Oh, of course not." Sal rolled his eyes, smirking as he watched Henry limp along.
The forest never made it easier. All the loose twigs and uneven ground would make it harder. And while Sal had almost been hoping Henry'd call Uncle, it was all the more pleasurable watching him bite his tongue and catch his breath every time his wounded leg stepped down.
"We're almost there, champ." Sal finally said. "Don't worry too badly - my room's not that far once we get inside. You'll like my room. It's bloody awesome."