This is still Green's perspective
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Buff jogged forward at what to him was a reasonable pace. That reasonable pace was already passing a number of the slower Thymes even with the four people he was carrying. Green was basically a wet noodle. She was simply surprised to have kept her conscious together at all. She was flat against Buff's shoulder with eyes glazed over. Part of her wanted to just go to sleep despite the fact she'd managed to avoid that fate… but the rational part of her knew it would be best to stay awake just a bit longer before collapsing.
