Nita braced herself, backing up against the luggage racks and grunting with the effort.

Once situated, she depressurized her own helmet and took that off, before moving to help Najaran with hers.

"You, need medical," Nita said, in a tone that spoke of no backtalk allowed, while at the same time mentally piecing together the words for a healing wizardry that would restore the girl's blood-oxygen content-

Which didn't work.

"And if spells in general worked right now I'd teleport us there, but they don't, so we'll have to walk."

At least she could still move, even with Najaran leaning against her?