He was a large brute. She didn't know why she didn't realize that before. Perhaps it was due to her concern, and therefore she hyper focused on only the important things? Like the fact he was stuck and in pain. Things like that. Her head slips to view the part of the canyon his hoof is in as she nears. Willoughby doesn't care about his curtness. There are more important things at stake.
“Well” she muses, scrunching her face up and stops walking to him. Her eyes raise to look him square in the eye “we could try to break the boulders” Yet she lacked magic and strength “but I doubt that will work...” She breezes by this suggestion quickly. Just in case he had a problem with it.
“Moving them then?” the maiden glances around, knowing that she could use something to... oh! There was a large wooden branch drying in the midst of the desert a few steps away. It was bleached from the sun but it should be sturdy enough. Smiling at the grumpy man she turns and approaches it, plucking it from the ground best she could.
Dragging it back, she would place the branch's end under one of the boulders. It was a tight tuck but she managed. “I'm going to try and lift this boulder up” Willoughby tells him once she's done positioning it “if you feel the pressure lessening, try to pull out your hoof, okay?”
She flashed him a supportive smile, hoping he approved of the plan.
“speech”
