It seems Lakota has not lost her touch, for her barking at Apollo got him moving after a moment of hesitation. It was a relief to have him doing something, and she didn't have to risk him getting stuck in her poisonous fog. It relaxed a little tension from her shoulders when it spread out on its own, now that he was out of the way. Limbs were aching, shaking dangerously. But soon Walter was grabbing for the wolves, holding them up far into the sky. Lupus had guided them well, and Lakota was grudgingly grateful for his help. He understood wolves, she did not. Heart pounded against ribcage violently, vision swimming a little. Somehow able to make out the white form of Lupus, and hoping he did not die. If only because he had helped save her idiotic siblings, and didn't deserve it. Luckily Walter seemed to realize this and set him down, even patting him. Magic dispersed the moment the wolves were snatched up, too tired to keep it up for a moment longer. Limbs shook harder, reminding her that she was not able to summon magic in such quick succession. Gaze moved to Apollo quickly, for no matter how exhausted she was her family came first. Directly after Walter spoke to them again, and dread settled in Lakota's gut. Anger covered the fear she felt. How dare Phaedra fall unconscious?! Dammit of course she had to be difficult! But inside she could only think of how young Phaedra was, how similar she was to Hana, and she was already running before Apollo called for her.

Water splashed up around obsidian pillars as Lakota charged into the water, kneeling and getting under Phaedra's wing to press her body against the golden one of her fellow sister of the Grey. Eyes shot to Apollo, and exhaustion was visible on her face. But Lakota wouldn't show that weakness by itself, and cold command was on her face as well. "Get on her other side. If we press towards each other and up, we can carry her if she is pressed between us. The wolf cannot help us in this task." It was true, for Lupus did not have the height or strength of the horses in his company. Waiting until Apollo obeyed before beginning to press towards him and up simultaneously, walking unsteadily towards the beach. Lungs gasped and rattled with every breath, but Lakota ignored it stubbornly as she hollered to Lupus. "Get out of there! I don't want him coming back for seconds!" The words were rough, but if you payed attention you could tell that she didn't want Lupus to be killed, not after he had helped save her brethren. Vision swam and she stumbled briefly, legs shaking under not only her weight but Phaedra's as well. Gritting her teeth and clenching her eyes tightly shut as she staggered on, needing to get Phaedra to shore. She would not give up now, Phaedra did not have her permission to die or be harmed. If she so much as had a scratch on her, Lakota would knock her silly for putting herself in harms way. Huffy thoughts kept her from feeling the fear that coiled in her chest. What if she had been too late? She had come so quickly, had done so very much, had pressed herself beyond limits she should not, all for the bright light Phaedra was. Lakota could not, would not, see such a beautiful young life be extinguished over a stupid pack of wolves and a sea monster. She was far too young. But what if Lakota had not done enough? It killed her to think it so she covered it up with anger, gritting her teeth and grumbling to herself. When Phaedra was better, Lakota was going to beat her about the head for making her worry, though she wouldn't call it that when she was knocking her about of course.

[[Summary: Releases her magic and tries to steady herself, completely drained and on the verge of collapse from stressing herself. Before Apollo calls she turns and runs to help him, moving beneath Phaedra's left wing (assuming she is on her right side) and pressing close on her knees. Orders Apollo to her other side and Lupus out of the water before pressing up and towards Apollo to help lift her out and to the shore]]