The girl cried out and the coyote-man flinched as if he'd been hit. He felt like he wanted to cover his ears so he would not have to hear such a sound again. He hated that noise, the sound of a person in real hurt, in pain. At the same time he also felt like he wanted to hold the girl closer, as if somehow that might help her. Protect her. Involuntarily, his fingers tightened around her. Then he panted out a breath and made himself relax. Squeezing her might hurt her more, hurt her... her chest, her lungs. Make more blood, and he didn't want that.
They began the walk back. It was strange how much longer it was to go now that he was no longer in coyote form, and now that he was tired and the girl was leaning on him. His legs felt shaky, but he gritted his teeth and made them work. He was aware that he was very very thirsty, and he didn't know why. The hot sun, maybe. But he had just been in the water, and he thought he might have even swallowed some. He tried not to pay attention to his discomforts, instead watching the girl and their surroundings.
His biggest fear was that they would not make it back. Not many of the big predators came this close to the city, which was why it was safe enough to be outside the walls... but sometimes they did. If any were nearby that saw or smelled weakened prey, he did not think he would be able to fight them. Brother might try and if Sister was close enough she would help too. But he didn't know if that would be enough.
His next biggest fear was that the girl would die. He didn't know why he kept thinking this like it was going to happen, but he did. He couldn't stop. What if she fell and hurt herself more? What if something was very wrong inside her and there were problems? What if what if what if~? He didn't like thinking this way, and he knew that the girl was probably safe now that she was awake and out of the rushing waters. But still he worried, the thoughts gnawing and picking at him like flies on rotting bones.
It was a good thing, he thought, that the girl was able to talk, though he didn't know how to answer her question. "Do I know you from somewhere?" Again he remembered something: seeing her smile, spinning around, dancing like the human-forms did. But he couldn't think where or why. Still, it was something to think about other than the bad thoughts.
"I... I don't know," he grunted out, shaking his head slightly. He glanced up, at the city. Closer. Not close enough. He wanted to be there right now. "I know you. Don't know name, but, ah... I'm friend." He didn't have the words to explain his quick-flashes of memory. The smile, the dancing. As they continued forward he adjusted his grip, trying to keep them both on their feet and walking steadily. He felt so weak right now, but he could not rest. "I'm sorry," he panted out, trying to explain, "I don't speak good. Bad, ah, conversation."