"Grab on," he heard Jorah say. His back twitched, and he pretended he couldn't hear them. The wind had died, and the boy's words came painfully far.
"Huh?" He could hear Amelia's startled reply. Normally, she would have had a biting comment for him. It said much for her exhaustion that she didn't.
"Grab on, either me, or Karesh, or Kaya. Grab on, or I'll have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you," Jorah said.
"Huh…? But..?" Her replies came slowly. She hardly had her wits about her. Jorah patiently took the time to explain.
"We're in a rush. If you drop any further behind, you will be in danger. We cannot slow down for you. To keep you and your friend safe, you'll need to abandon your pride, and make your choice," Jorah said firmly.
"Lady Blackthorn..?" Amelia said, her voice frail.