Talya
We held each other up and managed a slow hobble. My cat didn't like it - never show weakness, but I'd used up my reserves saving the kid and I had no choice.
The kid, Rondy, didn't look sixteen, but I believed him. He was taller than me by a couple of inches. He was just too skinny, or maybe gangly was a better word, and it made him appear much younger. He also smelled of human blood and unwashed body. It wasn't pleasant. I knew his ribs hurt, but his legs were fine. My leg hurt so bad it was hard to breathe much less walk. We passed a few people and thankfully the ones in this neighborhood minded their own business.
Rondy kept up a running commentary the entire way, and I noticed his eyes scan our surroundings constantly. "So, are you a ninja warrior or something?"
Pain made my breathing erratic, but he didn't seem to care. "I don't know what that is."
"Humph. Who taught you to fight?"
His question made me sad. "Just some people I knew."