It was very difficult to follow his lead, but she did it, urged on by the knowledge that what she was doing was helping to save him. Her head felt muddled and strange. Her feet - her entire body - was heavy. She stumbled when he tugged on her, half-hearing what he was saying. Her hand went to the side of her neck and pressed against the aching throb.
"Djala?" she asked, forgetting English in her state. The word was quieter than she was expecting it. She walked toward him, toward his back, and utterly failed at jumping.