"I'm sorry you're not." She replies quietly, crouched in front of him with a pensive from on her lips. There was an ache along her side that flared when she reached for him, but the pain wasn't important right now. Being careful as she tugged him first upright and then until he was standing, Aneira felt her muscles flex and then adjust to his weight. 

When she began to move with an arm around his waist, the other holding his other arm around her shoulders she didn't except much of a reaction. He was still pale in a way that had her biting her lip, his soft groan confirmation that he was at least still conscious. When his head fell to rest against hers ad well as his full weight, she found it easy to adjust her hold and continue forward without pause. 

She felt tiny compared to Lucian beside her, and she wasn't even that small before they'd grabbed her. She stood at 5'6 before with a lean frame, now she stood at 5'8 with muscles and a more slender build. 

When she reached the window she'd slipped into before, she apologized quietly as she helped guide him inside. Her ears were focused on the wheeze that accompanied each breath, senses instinctively extending outward as she slipped inside. Then she began guiding him down the hall, a low rumbling sound vibrating up from her chest. 

They needed to rest for a bit. Eat. And then they could find keep running until they find a place to be safe. Hopefully.