Petite limbs kept kicking the water to help keep not just herself, but Kershov as well, knowing he was kicking just as much. They were both exhausted; both running out of energy. But the thought that her pack may be safe made her trudge along, the thought that by the time she got done with why Kershov brought her here; she would head back to Wudubearo and from there she would address the changes, address everything. But now was to get through this raging river as it swung them this way and that in it's own path.
When the ice dragga realized where they were right off the bat and kept kicking til they hit the shore, her bodice swinging as he held onto her scruff as they climbed on the shore until he collapsed with a tremble through his limbs. Milo herself then tried to take her time in standing, every muscle in her body pleading that she rest. That she give in and lay for a while. Lowering her bodice slowly back down; body now trembling with not just the fact her muscles ached; but that being ocean side, there was a breeze and her bodice was small and petite, shivering with each time she tried to relax. But lyrics spilled from her maw in a stutter
She couldn't bring herself to say anything else or do anything else as she was so low on energy. Her breath coming rapidly and very shallow; the world starting to spin around her as her eyes started to flutter she looked over at Kershov and then that was that. Her entire bodice went limp.
Milo had blacked out; fainted.