He exhaled, his eyes closing. "They'll be around within the hour, Fleur," he said, his voice quiet. "They'll take me back downriver. You should be long gone by then."
"What?" she said, obviously struck by this. "Absolutely not. I'm not going to let them just come here and take you. Why don't you come with me?"
His eyes opened again and he turned his head to look at her, his face looking truly sad. "I can't move, Fleur," he told her, his voice soft. His voice may have been trembling at the end. "I can't move anymore."
"Sure, you can," he replied, a little bit of his old humor shining through. "We're not that far from civilization."
"I literally can't feel my legs, Fleur," he told her honestly. "And I don't even know if they know about you. I think I kept it repressed, but it's really hard to tell. You should be concerned."
"More concerned than you are," he told her, frowning as she moved towards his legs. "What are you doing?"
She squinted, not replying for a moment before dropping her hands. "I cast a spell that will temporarily improve the strength of you legs. I told you I'm not leaving you here."
He exhaled heavily, looking up at her. "You can leave, Fleur," he told her urgently, patting his legs as if to check if her statement was true. "Your spell is broken. You don't have to stay anymore."
She rolled her eyes, offering her hand to help him up. "I know I can leave. But you're coming with, because I don't want you to get hurt by them any more."
He looked even more concerned, looking back at his place with a furrowed brow before nodding. "Okay."
He laughed lightly, but stopped instantly, frowning as his body complained. "I don't have much. It's fine, Fleur."
She was mindful of his speed, making sure she wasn't going to fast. Eventually they made it to the apartment building and went inside.
