It took him too long to wake, something she noted with a mild sense of panic. She waited too long to attempt this mission, accepting defeat rather than pursuing survival. If she had flown any individual missions, if she had torn off more of her layers to give him more protection, maybe they wouldn't be currently facing two different paths to death.

She helped him to his feet, a steady hand on his arm allowing him to sag against her if needed. "Good, Lachlan. I know you're tired. I just need you to stay awake long enough for us to kick off." Already, Fallon was thinking through their supplies to find something that might be made into a rope. Even if his hands froze around her, Fallon couldn't risk him falling from the broom. Rescuing him would mean their certain deaths, and she refused to die today.

She led him towards the tiny mouth of the cave. "Wait here, I'm just going to grab the rug." The extra warmth around him wouldn't help the fever any, but maybe it'd protect him from dying of hypothermia. "Don't sit, okay?"