Heron Lake Plateau We might fall in love- or fall apart

I'm assuming this is wrapping up?  BOSS MY DUDE AROUND, WAT DO.

He glanced over to Niamh a few times while they prepped to get out of here, but she seemed pretty well wrapped up in her own world.  Whatever, he'd leave her alone since her brain was probably pretty fried right now anyway.  Hopefully she was coherent enough that she'd be able to point the way in a few minutes since he had no idea where her den was.  Quixote took a few steps forward, looking Screech over as he debated how would be the best way to move him, Ok.  Fair enough.  Any warnings or stuff?  Hauling him along by the scruff seemed pretty obvious, but was that too close to his head?   Who freakin' knew.  Raven, help plz.