Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

They were worrying over her, each of them, but didn't know her - didn't owe her anything. This was a level of care unseen to Eigma; she would look back upon these moments and believe them to be a dream. She caught some words and knew them, somehow. It was enough to prompt her to rise - or try to - but it was a futile attempt. She sagged instantly, legs trembling, and wheezed a breath; blood seeped in to the fur of her chin.

"Go..." But go where? Was she asking them to leave her, or begging for help? She was a crumpled heap, her lungs barely working, but still she wished to move. To be less of a burden. "I can... hnng." I can walk, she wanted to say, but Eigma knew better. It was clear she was stranded here.