It's a lot of jostling, though Ashe is gentle, Felix can only groan as he's moved and propped in the road. Even through his hazy mind, he can discern the archer's plan.

He's to be bait. Clever boy.

It's a little risky, but it's either this or die out here from his wound festering. Felix is silent, he closes his eyes as the hooves get louder and finally stop. The scout pauses, clearly cautious, looking around. Sliding off his horse finally, he edges closer to Felix, lance in hand, tapping at the fallen swordsman with the tip of it.

Felix groans slightly, in pain as he shifts.

The scout takes a moment to assess before pulling back his lance, ready to give Felix a mercy kill.