If asked, Need would say it doesn't weigh on her and that one of the perks of being what she made herself into is an unbreakable heart. And there is a great deal she can't feel very strongly under most circumstances. These aren't most circumstances.

She draws in a breath that has half of the air hissing back out under her leather apron. "In a better world your beloved would have had help, and you'd have someone better for this than I am. I'm sorry. We have to do our best with what's here." There are kinder, gentler souls out there that can nudge people into going on, but Need is a sword.

It's not going to be long before she stumbles past recovery. If there was any irregularity in the terrain she would have already, she hasn't been raising her feet high enough. So Need pauses, planting her boots. Trying to ease the strain on her arms she'd ended up holding Celehar closer, against her chest like he was a child.

"Try locking your knees," she says, trying for her part to lower him down feet-first in a controlled fashion and not just drop him.