Jack and Ben - End of the attack - A little help?
"Thanks." Jack grunted, his arms curled tightly around the jar as Ben carried him. Normally he'd be a bit uncomfortable or ashamed to be carried in such a way but in that moment his mind was on other things. His chair had been left at Zion as he'd been planning on using Blackstone's magic and wouldn't need it. So, he let Ben set him in the bed of the truck- which he'd rode in on.
Once on a stable surface he looked down to the jar, ensuring it was undamaged. Inside crackled a ball of electricity. It seemed faint, weak somehow. But it was moving and Jack could feel an energy coming off the jar that seemed grateful. If he focused hard enough he could hear a voice saying thank you between what sounded like weeping.