Don't be so down on yourself Sunny, you've got mass and volume (sorta), your leverage (sorta) was indispensable!

Don't think too hard about the physics of the afterlife. Arche is on the fast way down to having that problem here soon and it is not about to make her happy at all.

"Not sure what a doctor is," the girl admits, slowly scrubbing the worst of the mud from her face. She's not going to be clean, not until she can find a bath, but she can have less on her at least, shake the mud from her hair, cough lessening amounts of it from lungs that, by rights, should have burst. "...Can I know your name, young master? I should like to be able to tell others who saved me."