She would not die. Gadriel would not have offered if he thought there was any danger. She weighed less than a heavy bolter, after all. He adjusted his grip to avoid her injured leg.

Oh but there could be harm in it, and Gadriel was already enduring penance. He did not want more. He would keep his eyes demurely away from anything untoward as he took her weight entirely, pushing forward from his kneeling position to lay himself on his belly, lowering her into the dark chasm. "Is it the shard?"