"You aren't going to add a burden to me." This suit was lighter than his old one and he'd had practice with it.

Her sob stabs at him, and he holds her close and securely, protective and stubborn all at once. Having her with him, needing him to get her away from danger, will push him faster he knows. And he's able to abandon an idea of taking his temper out on the infected beings due to it.

Instead he pushes himself to move, pushing a path difficult to travel without opening it up too much with his saber, heading up and east toward the rocky slopes, without losing his footing. Or struggling with her.