The mountains seemed endless, majestic and intimidating at the same time, as the class advanced along a steep path. Everything was going well until your foot slipped on an unstable rock. A sharp pain seized your ankle, forcing you to stop abruptly. In an instant, Lando was at your side, his ordinarily cheerful face charged with genuine concern.

“Are you all right? Can you stand up?” he asked, his voice softened by a hint of anxiety.

You tried to sit up, but the pain pinned you in place. Lando laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “Okay, don't panic. I'll take care of you.”

He crouched down to examine your ankle. “It's a little swollen. I think you sprained it, but we'll manage.” Before you could protest, he was pulling off his scarf to give you an impromptu bandage.

“Come on, climb on.” He straightened up and, despite your protests, positioned himself so as to carry you on his back. “I may be faster than you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you here,” he joked to lighten the mood.