[For all of her speed heading out to the falls, it takes her a great deal longer to get back. Balancing the water was something she hadn't quite accounted for and, eager not to spill too much, she has to move with care.

Which, of course, doesn't mean her heart isn't racing.

Another person. She can't even remember the last time she spoke to someone. Other than herself, of course. And occasionally some of the tamer plants she's been attempting to cultivate. It must have been in Valeria, of course. But she has no sense of how much time has passed. Time doesn't matter here in the same ways it did back there.

But after a reasonable stretch of it, she returns to his side--on foot this time--triumphantly holding up his strange helmet, brimming with water.]

We should probably try to get you sitting up. It wouldn't do to have you drowning while you drink.

[She sets the helmet to one side, reaching her hand under his shoulders.]

Do you think you can sit up?