"When you agreed to go for a walk with me, I didn't expect this," Phillipa grumbled from where she sat upon a rickety wheel chair. It had definitely seen better days, with the high pitched squeak that sounded every now and then and the way it wobbled continuously beneath her weight. Eleanor didn't seemed to mind however, no matter how much Phillipa complained, no instead the woman kept on pushing on her, which made Phillipa complain even more so. Usually these blasted things moved by themselves with the use of magic, but apparently Eleanor decided that pushing her around like she was some muggle invalid was a good idea. It didn't matter that she had woken up with wobbly legs and numb finger tips. This was just..humiliating.
Crossing her arms, she looked over her shoulder at the woman, "Can we stop?" She pleaded with a frown.