
You've already won me over, in spite of me. Don't be alarmed if I fall, head over feet.
Swiftfoot ran, finding Heatherflight. She didn't understand what was wrong! "What's wrong!?", she yelled, frantically. Then, she had an idea. She leaned down and aimed to grab Heatherflight by the scruff, and if she got a hold of her, she was going to carry her to the river and put her in. It might help her wake up if water got through her. But, Swiftfoot would be right there in case she would drown.