[ Ferdinand merely shakes his head, pulling her back up to stand with relative ease - the ash is easy enough to sink into when being pulled down, but with his support and wide stance, there should be more stability. ]

There is no need to apologize. I do not think anyone could expect this. [ His careful eyes remain trained on the where he thinks the beast may have slithered beneath the ash, unsure of the creature could survive a blow like that. He won't gamble on it. ] But, we should make haste and escape, before another comes. Are you able to walk...?

[ It's only then that he allows his eyes to survey the damage of her wound, brow furrowing in an open and heartfelt concern. He hesitates to let go of her hand, thinking she may be unable to walk on an ankle torn open. The distance between here and a nearby (hopefully abandoned) cottage is not far - but Ferdinand finds himself feeling nervous not knowing just how many of these things lie swimming about beneath the shifting ash. ]