Lazarus sighs and is about to tell Liliana to hurry up, when Cuan is shoved into his right hand. His eyes blink down at the small wolf in a look of curiosity. Cuan leaps into the pocket of Lazarus' coat, snuggling in for what he assumes is going to be a long ride. Lazarus winces at the sudden weight on his left side, which is causing a sharp blade of pain to crawl up his leg. His green eyes look up at Liliana in a gaze of confusion, before they settle back into the haunted look of determination. "Look, we need to go! I don't owe anyone else anything. I owe you my li-" HE is cut off by being hoisted into the crook of fur-wearing behemoth, which causes another huge pain to surge through his leg.<br/><br/>Lazzy winces, eyes closed due to the fierce pain that is tearing through his leg, lighting each of his nerves on fire. The Irishman reaches for his leg to straighten it out, to prevent the bullet hole from causing any ore pain, or at least lessen the pain that is ripping through his body. As a small whimper of pain unwillingly exits from his clenched lips, he is hit by the sudden realization that neither of his feet are on the ground. Due to past experiences of falling through floors, falling off cliffs, down hills, and other horrifying falling experiences, not having his feet on the ground causes fear to rush through his brain. In this fear, he grabs a hold of Liliana and wraps his arms around her. His horrified gaze stares at the ground flying by, his fear of falling getting worse by the second.<span style="font-style: italic">If I fall I'll die.....I can't die....I don't want to die! Please, don't let me die. If there is any higher being, don't let me die!</span>the silent prayers fly through his mind as he holds her tighter.<br/><br/>When he realizes that he is holding onto Liliana, his eyes flick up to her face, and he is instantly stunned by what he sees. His vibrant green eyes meet her blue-green eyes and he is struck by how beautiful those eyes look. Lazzy blinks once or twice, then forces his gaze away to not seem like he is staring. Oddly enough, he no longer feels as frightened, more...bashful and embarrassed than anything else. He suddenly realizes he is still holding onto her, so he releases her and grabs onto the furs o Rock Hammer's arms instead. His eyes close, his breathing slows, and he imagines that he has no possibility of falling, but instead is out hunting, rifle slung on his back. He imagines any scenario besides him falling to prevent the fear from acting up again, using anything, even the throbbing pain in his leg, which gets sharper with each step that the behemoth takes, as a distraction from the idea of falling.<br/><br/>Lazarus listens to the directions that Liliana gives to Rock Hammer, wondering where she was taking them.<span style="font-style: italic">I hope that it is safe from demons, and that no one calls me out on knowing when demons were going to attack. And I hope that I can just go to sleep. Just....sleep in a hammock, or even in the dirt. I just want to, hell, need to, sleep.</span>The Irishman's body, wearied from the surgery and the constant throbbing of the wound on his leg and the throbbing of his head, goes limp and slowly, very slowy, the man goes unconscious, the last sight he sees is Liliana giving directions to Rock Hammer.