Dull thud

Lydia spun around at the abrupt sound of a dull thud echoing behind her, her heart racing as she discovered Finlay lying unconscious on the ground. She let out an exhausted sigh, the sigh escaping her with more theatrical flair than she had intended. Quickly, she examined Finlay's limp form for any visible wounds or signs of injury, finding nothing too concerning.

"Finlay, you're cute, and I feel bad for getting you into this situation, but you're slowing us down." she muttered, more to herself than to him. With determination, she hoisted his unconscious body into a fireman's carry. She knew she probably couldn't carry him the entire way, but she was willing to give it a shot, hoping he would wake up soon. The fireman's carry allowed her to move at a relatively brisk pace, distributing Finlay's weight evenly over her back and shoulders as she pressed on toward Jonathan's house.