He made an effort. His legs finally moved, and he was able to climb up the side of the crater just as a volley of spears hit the ground where he had been standing. The blast of power knocked him over, and he would have fallen back down if strong arms hadn't caught him.
"I've got you." The voice was familiar, warm, and alive when it should have been dead.
"R-Rosalina...?"
Greg looked up at Lady Rosalina's face. It was bruised and scarred, but she was still very much alive. There were a dozen cracks in her armor and a bloody bandage around her head, but her eyes were clear and determined.
Greg was able to say, "You're alive."
"Almost. The Calamity took me in, but it couldn't fully integrate a living person until you broke it."
"I've been stuck in the wreckage, out cold." Rosalina pulled Greg up with surprising strength. "Get going now! We need to get out of here before it's too late!"
