Upon arriving at the door to the Inn, Caelyn in a matter of minutes witnessed a man getting his flesh seared, and a strange humanoid helping another walk into the field. After nodding his head in respect to the traveler for having some stones, he made his way back out into the field to help out the struggling duo with their approach. "Might I be lending ye a hand? I've got broad enough shoulder for ye both to rest upon." Caelyn grinned. He wasn't used to being able to be the one to help a damsel in distress. Usually he was the one making them distress. It almost felt wrong..... almost, shaking his head of such a notion, Caelyn offered his arms up to the two weary ladies. "Madre be proud", he muttered under his breath. 
 To her credit, the woman seemed intent on not being helped by anyone so much in fact that the first thing her heard her say was "Please, I'm fine. Don't worry about me, Willow." What she had not counted on was a stubborn dwarf, one intent on helping in any way he could. He had been given a second chance at life and he wasn't about to waste it. "Aye Willow, I think she may be able to handle herself, after the lass gets some rest. No weakness in takin' an extended arm me Madre used to say."