The scream seemed to light a fire within her, her eyes on Jube's face. There was something powerful and... she couldn't explain it, but it called to her, as strongly as her need to take care of him, to protect him.
Her lungs screamed in protest, but she took as much notice as she did of Robin. He couldn't have stopped her with a hammer.
She was on her feet and flew at him, running at his back and putting her arms around him, her face buried in his back.
"Jube..." her voice was still struggling, but she was forcing it. "Jube, I'm okay. It's okay, Jube."
She was clinging to him fiercely, tears mingling with the dry and curdling blood and surely staining his clothing. 
"Jube...."
She felt her knees loosing strength. Her body had allowed her to reach him, but it wasn't going to last long. Her legs began to shake and her hands gripped as much to prevent herself from falling as to be there for him.