Rita watches her go silently, then turns to Syrlya. Her hand is already fumbling with one of her pouches when he asks for the stone. She's visibly tired, and her gaze is somewhat unfocused, but she promptly hands over the stone with a vague, "Thanks."
She then makes her way over to Lambert and looks down, considering his wounds.
"Can you carry him?" she asks. Rita doesn't want to admit it, but she's running out of stamina. She can't leave him like this, though... literally, because the narrative now compels her to return with him.
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She then makes her way over to Lambert and looks down, considering his wounds.
"Can you carry him?" she asks. Rita doesn't want to admit it, but she's running out of stamina. She can't leave him like this, though... literally, because the narrative now compels her to return with him.