Dale looked her over, his green eyes seemingly shining under the hood now that she had a better view. With concern, he decided it was best to carry her, and get her to the tavern. His wife would know what to do. "Brace!" He swept under her, picking her up with one arm under her knees, and the other on her back. He turned backwards and began jogging, so that most the wind from the run wouldn't burn the woman's skin. "I don't know who ya are, obviously. That said, you gotta tell me what happened after you get some rest. Not now." Probably those thugs he tried so hard to get rid of, as if this place wasn't dangerous enough.