Any feelings of triumph Kesin might have had vanished before they had a chance to even manifest. There was only relief that she was alive, and relief that Kesisk was alive - for now. She knelt beside the little gold, carefully scooped her up, and began the walk back to the Weyr, moving as quickly as she could while carrying a young wher and suffering from her own injuries.

"Come on, baby, stay with me," she pleaded. Kesisk was more precious to her than anything or anyone had ever been before. "We'll get you home. You'll be alright."