Hideaway Strath To the bone.

This was one helluva situation. There she was, having finally made it up the steep incine to Towhee, fairly weakened by the endeavour, and now she lay alongside her friend who was both weak and injured, and they'd have to figure out some way down. Wraen's voice chimed out over the thick but steady pulse of blood she could hear in her ears, but she took some time before she answered. Towhee came to, slightly, but was still too weary to put much of a sentence together. How foolish she could be, Niamh thought...And selfish. To endanger not only herself but others as well- there was no way she couldn't have expected for someone to go after her, and for the life of her, Niamh couldn't figure out whether Towhee was just being foolish and blind, or if she simply didn't care. 

"Yeh, just gimme a min," She said to Towhee, though she wasn't sure her friend was even looking her way to get the message. She opened her mouth to shout to Wraen- "Gonna hafta bring her down," She shouted hoarsely, frustration ringing in her voice, and as she looked down at Towhee, her friend had begun to writhe in a manner that for some reason reminded Niamh of Screech- when he'd had his concussion. And that was an area in Niamh's psyche that was still just as tender as it had been then. 

She knew Towhee was hurting- but she couldn't be left on the precipice by herself, so Niamh reached down and grabbed Towhee's scruff, biting down hard enough to make sure she wouldn't let her go, numb to any pain it might cause her friend. She began to tug at her friend until the two of them began to slide down the scree, doing her best to keep them at least upright, though her attempt was met with only relative success. No matter what, though, she kept her hold on her friend- and when she did get separated from her, she was quick to propel herself in Towhee's direction to grab at her again as the two half-slid, half-tumbled down the loose, rocky slope. Once they were close enough to the bottom, Niamh let Towhee go and simply allowed herself to tumble the rest of the way, sending small rocks and pebbles flying and rolling ahead of her until eventually she came to a halt, too exhausted and bruised to move.