She dropped to her knees beside him and pushed him onto his back.
For a long agonizing moment her knees and elbows took turns at the ground, but finally she made it to the chicken coup door.
He got down on his hands and knees and crawled into the cave.
Then his eyes overflowed with tears, and he fell on his knees before the king.
She drew her knees up to her chest and gnawed on her lower lip as she considered the rest of that story.
Her movement upset his balance again, and he shifted twice before finally allowing his knees to drop beside hers.
Reaching down, he placed one arm behind her knees and the other around her back, gently lifting her into his arms.
He gripped the bowl between his knees then took one of her hands in both of his.
She turned on her knees and vomited behind her while Cynthia closed her eyes and wept.
With a knife beside her, she wrapped her arms around her knees and huddled, trying to keep warm.