The Sunspire Muscle car.

Reyson said something. She motioned for him to pause and repeat himself so she could catch it. Meanwhile, she breathed hard and grimaced. Did he really think he could carry her?

How would that work? Would I mount you? How’s that gonna look—Towhee heaved a great breath, feeling a bit dizzy now—to your friend?

Jokes aside, her head was starting to spin. They might have no choice within a few minutes. For the time-being, Towhee shook her head and continued moving under her own power, albeit still leaning so heavily into Reyson that it probably hurt.

At least—we’re going—downhill, she quipped as her legs went all rubbery on her and she dropped into a sit, starting to slide. Woozy Towhee let out a deadpan, Wheeeee.