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Their progress might have been excruciatingly slow to her escort, but Rosalyn was right pleased with herself by the time Vlad gave up.  It was the longest walk in history for her as well, but she made it, and as soon as they stopped she slid off his shoulder into a shaking heap.  Goody.

No swimming after being eaten, she thought somewhat hysterically, or was that eating?  Either way, there was no chance she'd be doing any of those things. Even her scatterbrain knew that. If she had more energy, she might've gone for a witty comment, but as it was, she could feel the edges fading as sleep threatened. "Deal," she managed, more grateful to him in that moment than she had ever been this far. Her life was literally his, and if she did live, it would be 100% because he had made it happen.