He tightens his grip as he feels her body go limp, cursing under his breath. He shifts her into a more comfortable position, then peers out into the hallway. Empty, for now. He starts moving, thankful for his bare feet even on the dirty floor, steps so much more quiet than they would be otherwise. There is a staircase on his left, leading upwards, and hopefully outwards, and noone in sight. He doesn't pause to think of the possible implications. 
Shadows wrap around him as he moves, and it's almost comforting, almost reassuring, if it weren't for the girl in his arms. The girl that, despite everything, always seems to draw even the dimmest source of light towards her, even in the dimness of this dungeon. 
Once he's upstairs, it gets worse. There are windows now, high up above his head, and even though the sunlight streaming through doesn't reach the stone floor, the little thing in his arms seems to be wrapped in a halo of bright light, almost. Glowing?