Ravus dismounted and patted the horse's side. He pulled the crossbow from his back and readied a bolt. It was sort of nostalgic, he hadn't used a crossbow since before his master had passed, and now it felt awkward in his hands. He looked to the girls and took the bolt off of crossbow and slung it onto his back again. He helped down Arya first because she seemed too delicate and might hurt herself, he turned and went to help Akara down swiftly afterward. It was the gentleman thing to do, plus Ravus knew that Akara would be able to take care of herself, he was worried about the willuser, would she be able to stand to par with  him and the desert princess? Forgetting the crossbow, Ravus slipped a small silver dagger off of his left arm and grabbed a stake of rowan wood with his free hand. "Shall we?"