There was also the additional fact that she wasn't supposed to be napping. Her pesky concussion hardly seemed important right now, however, and Savannah wasn't entirely sure why she couldn't take a nap anyway. Because you might not wake up didn't seem like the most important line of reasoning just now.
"Thank you," she told him as her arm slid into his. It was a little surreal, as though they were the upper class aboard the Titanic rather than modern victims of a different disaster.
While her body had not forgotten her sprained ankle, Savannah consciously had. Standing, her body had naturally shifted to put less weight on it. When she stepped forward, however, Savannah brought all her weight down onto it. She gasped in surprised pain. As it was, Pyrrhus happened to have stationed himself on that side. She stumbled a little, catching her minimal weight against his shoulder and arm.
"Oh my God," she moaned, steadying herself. "I forgot about that." How she managed it was beyond her...