Firestone Hot Springs weary traveler, broken spirit

S-So...

It was quick but potent, nonetheless. The cramp that shot through from her throbbing ankle to her thigh seemed to kiss her spine before falling back through. The surge of pain lasted no longer than a few seconds, if even that, but it was strong enough to leave her only half-conscious and on the knees of her forelegs, trying desperately to remain upright. There was something wrong, something terribly wrong, but Sorrel didn't know what it was. 

Kieran didn't look like he was large enough to drag her back on his own, but Sorrel knew not of what he would be capable of beyond appearances. She looked up at him pleadingly and made another lousy attempt at standing, using the thought of home  as motivation.