Rhyker is a little way onto the next section of the platform before– she wobbles, and gasps. Her body stumbles forwards and Rhyker lands on the path, propped up on her elbows and knees now, her expression wide-eyed with panic. She grips the thing in her claw-less hand tightly, its limbs appearing to flail before her grip relaxes.
RHYKER: I'm fine. I'm good!