Lead on, Dimitri

Rose's cheeks flushed red with anger at the realization of where Dimitri's loyalties were connected. She stamped a hoof, not caring for the ever increasing pain caused by the scar. "You...you parasite! Siding with Mortis all this time!"
The stallion backed away with an expression of mock hurt. "Now, now... Don't get your petals all ruffled. Besides, is it not better to be a flea on the back of a healthy dog, than the benefactor of such a weak and wilting flower?" As though on cue, the mark on the mare's cheek stung even deeper than it had until that point. Such was the pain, that her legs buckled beneath her, and Rose had to use all of her effort just to remain upright. Dimitri paled slightly at this, hurrying forward to help support her weight and keep her balanced. "Now then, I suggest we hold off any more arguing, at least until a better time. Mortis is waiting, and I'm pretty certain that you want this pain ended as quickly as possible, yes?"
As loathe as she was to admit it, Rose knew Dimitri was right. She nodded solemnly, the pain ebbing for the moment and she stumbled away from his support and sighed.
"...Lead on, Dimitri."
He grinned, removing his hat to bow before picking up the lantern and gesturing to a small side path. Rose followed in silence, allowing him to lead her deeper into the ever darkening forest.