After Dustin finished the bread he answered the Lord, "I don't think my wrist will allow me to hold a reins." He found it hard to move it, and when he could he cringed in pain. He hated to be a burden, but he had no choice at the moment. "Will you be so kind as to give me a ride to our destination?" Dustin tried not to show pain, but his weak nature made him cry in pain at the littlest of cuts.<br/><br/>This broken wrist was the worst he had ever had in his life, it was making him tear up. "Forgive my weak nature Sir," Dustin mumbled after Gillian bound the wound with the cloth. He followed Gillian's instructions and held the wound as tight as he could. "I will have to properly pay you back even if my family's belongings aren't returned to me," He insisted as he tried to hide his tears from the strong Lord. "Even if I must work for you and your family," That actually didn't sound bad at all seeing as the odds of him having any family or home left was next to none. Dustin may be a weak child in his state now, he would work hard for the man that saved him from being a refugee the rest of his life.