He laughed, his chest probably vibrating with the noise as he followed it with a gurgled cough as she hugged him. He patted her head softly, the girl was foolish but he could recognize when he should be careful with her and now was one of those times. He didn't believe he was going to die, but he was sure he wasn't going to make it back to the house safely if he couldn't keep his eyes opened. His real worry was for her....<br/><br/>In a matter of what seemed like hours to him and his tunnel vision, Armas could see Finch bucking and tossing her head irritatedly at him but he was far too gone to read her gestures for once. Armas pulled upright at that moment, and although he probably won't remember it, struck his hands out to grab her wrists and pry her off him. Straightening as he winced and a gawd awful gurgled cry escaped his throat, he managed to pull himself up onto her back at once.<br/><br/>Armas grabbed Anna's wrists and flung her up in front of him as he slumped over her and bent low to grab the mane of his most trusty 'steed' -I supposed you could call her that- and kicked his heels in. Finch almost bucked him if it weren't for the weak kick she received from him and she turned back and gently ran them through the forests. It was the most gentle ride she had ever given him and she was careful to wrap her shadow around them and hold them tight to her back. They would not fall so long as she could help it.