She still associates the inn with safety, even not knowing where she truly is. Maybe it was a similar setting, with cold earth and thick, dark trees. Maybe they still had houses made of wood on distant planets. He hopes it's a crack of lucidity in whatever's taken hold of her, though it's too his advantage that she takes herself in without looking to see if he follows.

Kira doesn't follow.

Instead he turns off the path in a line toward the house Ravi took him to--Helen, he thinks--where either or both of them might be. Memory lapses, hallucinations--he didn't know anything about those, but her touch was feverish, and maybe that was the cause of everything. Maybe she'd caught something earlier and this was just the ugly dream before the fever broke.

The pain in his jaw responds to the impact of his feet against the dirt, urging him to hurry--it hurts, but his jaw still moves, and he's hoping that's a good sign. He'd done what Ren had shown him, to moving his head with the impact instead of trying to brace against it, but he's been punched in the face surprisingly few times.