I think I should probably go back to my temple. I can give directions if you can help....

[He releases her wrist, and takes his glasses, sliding them on. It doesn't help the fact that his vision's a little fuzzy as a result of the fever and headache, but they do make him feel a little less helpless. Slightly more put together, even.

It'll do.

Cautiously, he adds:]

Sling me over what, exactly?