"... Hey." The tone of her voice was light, almost conversational, as if she hadn't just spent the last few minutes worrying about whether she'd have to send him (or what remained of him) home in a body bag. The boar she could only afford a little bit of sympathy, and that was because she was a steadfast animal lover. It certainly wasn't the boar's fault that it had been brought here.

No, but it can be blamed for trying to gore him, she reminded herself, and continued. "Are you good to make it back on your own? I don't know how well I'm going to be able to support you in a minute."