"You know that the 'arrow to the knee' thing is just an expression, right?" it was one of those days where Erandur asked himself if helping the dragonborn was someway to redeem himself.
"It doesn't feel like it!" the same woman who took down a dragon almost by herself was at the floor now, circled by dead bandits. clutching her knee while crying. It wasn't a pretty sight. "Erandur!"
Sighing in defeat, he made his way to the bloody mess that surrounded the dragonborn, misstepping the discarded shield of a bandit or a sword of another. But he could already tell that it would take more than a spell to fix it. His hands glowed with a yellow light before the light engulfed them both. It was a bit of a waste of magic, but he didn't know a powerful spell that had a more concentrate range. Still, the skin was beginning to close around the arrow, so he moved his hand and pulled it out, only to have Desna scream and kick her good leg in his general direction.
"Stop that, Desna, you'll need more care that I can provide and-"
"I don't even know why I keep you around!" her words would make much more impact if her all crying hadn't given her a running nose. So the priest of Mara just ignore it and move to pick her up. Luckily enough, they were near Whiterun, he could always take her to Temple of Kynareth and spoon feed her with plenty of potions for a week. She'd be good in no time.
They've (only him actually) been walking for some minutes now, he could see the hold now. In fact, they were going faster with him caring her, than their usual pace, where she'd stop every 10 seconds to pick up a butterfly or some tundra cotton.
"Erandur?" she seamed to calm down after blowing her nose on his robes a couple of times, said it was because he owned her that after he pulled out the arrow, but Erandur was no fool and he could see the silly grin on her face whenever she made his robe dirtier that it originally was.
"Yes, sera" it was her luck that he was with her that day, he had to finish of some bandits that surrounded her. She probably would shout them away, or stick her dagger in their legs, she could defend herself. But she would still need some help to get to safety, and she was horrible at healing spells.
"What do you mean about the 'arrow to the knee' that the guards say all the time?" he didn't think she would have remembered the comment he made, but he was so exasperated with her absurd injury that it just slipped. Oh well, the least he could do was sate her curiosity.
"It means marriage, all those guards were telling you that they used to be adventurers before they got married."
"That's a silly way of saying it" he couldn't hell but agree, but he let her to her grumbles of silly Nords and their silly traditions, and choose to say his prayers on his mind. It was the least he could do, thanking Mara for staying that arrow and not allowing it to pierce a more deadly pace on his charge, and the fact that the dragonborn was just a Bosmer and not a Nord, because he didn't think he'd be able to carry her if she was bigger than she was.
"Erandur?" Desna pulled him out of his prayers, right before he shifter her in his arms and took notice that they were almost at the Whiterun stables now.
"Will you keep secret that I cried?"
"Always, sera"