"What?" Kelyn leans over Jory. "The ones who did it? Who?" "Don't know," he mutters. "Don't want to know. Too dangerous." He closes his eyes again. "Leave me... I'll be all right." "Don't be ridiculous!" She shakes his shoulder. "Jory!" But there is no response. She turns to face the stranger. "Well, go on then!" And in response to his bemused expression, "we can't carry him, can we? Go and get help!"