[But at this point, she falls silent, focused entirely on each plodding step. Fuelled almost entirely on willpower, she does make it most of the way back to the house, occasionally stumbling before returning to her steady pace, but a couple of blocks away from their goal, she sways a little too far as she turns a corner. She tries to get her feet back under her, but the movement is too much for her head right now and, limit fully reached, she faints.]
[Her familiar tries to help, misty tendrils of shadow rising up to wrap around her, but without the magic they had back in her world, they can only lift light objects. However short Leslie may still be, she isn't light enough for that, especially with the good care she's received in Aefenglom in the forms of food, sleep, and exercise. At best, if Hubert doesn't catch her himself, the shadows can at least lower her to the ground slowly enough that there will be no hard impact onto the street. But for the moment, Leslie has passed out.]
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[Her familiar tries to help, misty tendrils of shadow rising up to wrap around her, but without the magic they had back in her world, they can only lift light objects. However short Leslie may still be, she isn't light enough for that, especially with the good care she's received in Aefenglom in the forms of food, sleep, and exercise. At best, if Hubert doesn't catch her himself, the shadows can at least lower her to the ground slowly enough that there will be no hard impact onto the street. But for the moment, Leslie has passed out.]