He feels like he's going to throw up as he stoops to slide his hands under River's prone form, then lifts her. She's impossibly light, and his heart lurches at how small she is, so easy to pick up. Frightened. Defenseless. It would be so easy for someone to...
No. He squeezes his eyes closed and begins to walk toward the door, feeling strangely weighted, his mouth dry and his heart pounding. The healing tents were packed, the entire hold is chaos right now, but he has to get her somewhere safe.
..Nerva.
His Tranquil escort strolls after them as Cade makes a beeline for the keep. He'll bring her to Nerva's room, and Nerva will know what to do. She'll keep her safe.

The fear demons flank them on all sides, weightlessly gripping Cade by the arms, the chest, the neck. If they were corporeal, it would be impossible to see River through them.