Loud? Nana doesn't understand, at first. Her head is swimming; pain and blood loss make her thoughts feel like something that has to swim through molasses. She starts to walk, but her feet stumble, as he isn't moving with her -- and her own feet aren't cooperating as much as she would like.

She swallows, looking back at Odd-Eyes. She sees the blood in his mouth, and knows what that means: he must have defeated one of the mimics. Good, Nana thinks.

But what does she do now?

"We need... we need to get him to safety, Odd-Eyes," Nana says, her voice strained. "Something's wrong. I--I don't know what. Maybe with the summoning. Maybe..." She was supposed to protect him. "...I don't know what."