"I think so," Eva lied. She did not think so at all, but she was going to try at the very least. She held out her hand in the universal gesture of "help me up, please," and, to her own stubbornness' credit, Eva did manage to stumble to her feet. They shook terribly under her, though whether that was from pain or the stress of the situation, it was hard to say. Perhaps a bit of both.

Regardless, she only managed a couple of steps before her knees buckled, and the sound she made sounded suspiciously like a barely stifled curse. Given the circumstances, she thought being unladylike was a forgivable offense. "Carrying might be quicker," she gasped.

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