You are more injured than I. [Because she has to point that out, since he seems determined to ignore that fact.

She's rather glad that he seems to know where to go, since she has been so turned around this entire night, not to mention that so many of the buildings are burned so badly that they are not even recognizable; she is sure that it would take her an embarrassingly long time to find the home of their previous host.

Noticing his limp, she chides herself quietly and links his arm through hers.] Lean on me. Your brother will never forgive me if I allowed you to come to harm, even from yourself.