Aran looked contemplatively at the battlefield, then hobbled over to the axe he had cut close to the head. Picking up the longer piece, which about matched his modest height, he leaned on it experimentally, and then used it to pick his way back to Galen and Jax.
"If one of you could carry Garreth, I believe I can make my way on my own," he offered, the strain in his voice clear.