Cody didn't hesitate, following Gershwin, he knew that they wouldn't survive long in the cold, and Caits was still quite injuried from the escape. Cody began to weave a wheelchair like object out of light, making big round wheels, he set Caits in it, pleased that it didn't fall apart. Cody just seemed to be acting, rather then thinking, not stopping to even consider if that was possible. 

He began to push the chair, hesitating, he weaved light about them all, hoping it would keep them warm. the Agent seemed to have given up for now, perhaps retrating, and Cody was glad of that, for the moment. As they walked, Cody kept his senses wide open, making sure no one was following them, he also made sure they were going to be attacked by some wild animal as they entered the small forest. 

He constantly checked ove Caits as they walked, noting the slight lowering of her heart rate, her breathing turning slightly shallow. If they didn't find somewhere warm soon, she was going to be at reeal risk of illness, or hypothermia, despite his light, and he caught a slight ratte in her chest, her ribs causing her discomfort even as her body grew cold. 

"Gerswhin, she's losing body temperature"

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"At let me guess, the russian fool bungled it?" Maria asked wearily, knowing the answer all too clearly. Viccer wouldn't have said think, if it was true, if the agent had rounded them up, "We need to get men there, before they can go into hiding again"