"All right," he grumbles. If the man is going to make him do this then.

He heaves a sigh as he considers the man. A little taller than him and of a solid build. He's escorted his fair share of intoxicated Barrayaran soldiers back into the embassy where they were no longer under the public's eye that he's not afraid to forgo any pretense of gentleness. Daryl was refusing to move on his own and he could damn well accept the consequences of that.

With firm hands, he reaches out to take hold of Daryl by the arm and try to guide him in the direction of the med tent. Even if it means dragging him through the snow.