"You're doing really great..." sounded like a heavenly gift. Jane wished she was doing great. She was probably better off than she thought or felt. Her leg would heal soon, would it not? No bone was punctured, were her muscles showing through? She dare not take a peak. Instead, Jane tried to regain some strength and slow her down her breathing, "I--I think I can lean on you," her voice whispered to Shayre. She gently let a smile crawl over her lips as her breathing became amiabler. 

The wind had picked itself, combing through the three victims, as if urging them to move eastward. The trees leaned in this direction, swaying their branches as some cheering entourage, watching their every move. 

Jane was not sure if this was all in her head. She could not think straight. The only distinctions she could make were her leg in extreme pain and the soothing sound of the voice holding her. 

She felt like a small child, unable to concentrate or think or know what is going on, but all the while knowing that she [i]must[/i] remain a live at all costs. "Do you know where we are?" her voice was a little louder that a whisper this time. Jane looked up at Shayre. He was starting to become some sort of knight protecting her from all the nonsensical scenery around them.