Zulf took a horrible beating at the hands of his countrymen, far worse than anything the Kid had suffered in his journey - ironic that the boy who'd fought his way through their ancestral lands had suffered less than the man who'd tried to rally them to fight. Rucks had done what he could but now it was up to time, and if the pantheon was still watching maybe they'd throw them a crumb or two, he'd said; Zia didn't say much to that, choosing to keep her faith in herself and her friends, in giving the only others left in the world a reason to stay alive when they'd lost everything. So she and the Kid stay on either side of Zulf, doing what they can to keep him comfortable and help him sleep through the night, keeping him warm as the Bastion flies north through the thin air, hoping that he'll forgive himself if they can give him enough time.