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Isiah picked up Tsurai by his upper arms, setting him on his feet, holding him steady. "I'm gonna put a little more weight of yours on your legs, okay?"

Isiah held sturdily onto his shoulders, watching him struggle. He'd give the kid one more try before slinging him back over his shoulders and heading toward town. He wasn't sure how long his strength would hold out, but he wanted to give his best and get into town before it gave.

Isiah released him, walking backwards a few steps, hands open should he need to catch him.

Isiah laughed a little, picking Tsurai up, wiping his face clean of dirt. "Y'know, you gotta learn when to throw in the towel. It's gonna kill you." Isiah leaned over and picked up the duffle, slinging it over his shoulder. "Well.. how much longer do we have to go?"

Isiah rolled his eyes, giving a short grunt of dissaproval after having his hand slapped away. He frowned in a motherly manner, pushing himself forward toward where Tsurai had pointed. His legs protested with every step- he ignored the burn. Building muscle mass, he told himself. Greeeeat. More muscles to feed.

Isiah groaned, shaking his head back and forth slowly. "Losin' my mind.." He turned around, slinging the dufflebag over his shoulders, taking Tsurai gently by the back of his neck to lift him onto his knees before hefting him into his arms. He took a moment to balance the boy in his grips before starting toward where Tsurai had pointed him.

"If I were in better shape, this wouldn't be so damn hard.."

Isiah grunted, more out of dissaproval than out of effort. Once he found the rhythm it wouldn't be so hard. Tsurai had a lot of gall (gaul?) to tell him not to push himself, considering.. Five years ago, he mused. Five years ago before the fall and before we were down to eating freeze dried horse s**t, this would have been a piece of cake.

Isiah's legs were shaking by the time he had crossed back into 'civilization'- He had managed to make his way at least into the inside front corner of the 'building' before falling to his knees as gingerly as possible. He set Tsurai down on the ground, laying him lengthwise against the wall. His nostrils flared, then closed at the strong, pungent scent of way too many people living in a tiny space.

He felt eyes following him, and he struggled to keep his limbs from shaking. The tattoos had always helped him look intimidating, but his weak entrance was enough to make him seem nearly human- human enough to be pushed around. For the mean time, he hoped they'd be enough to let him and Tsurai get some rest.

He ran his eyes over the crowded space and began to wonder if it was such a good idea to leave in the first place..