The Grandmaster:
White Lynx sees no indications of danger to herself nor anyone else.
(Go ahead and find some mundane object to help-- something that would make a good crutch, I suppose...?
On the one hand, there was no one around to help. But blessedly, there was no one around to finish her off either. Slowly, Ch'rava ran her eyes across the room, looking for something that could help her up or support her, but it seemed like anything that could work was too far up. Shifting around to get a better look at a nearby pile of scrap, she felt it. Right under her legs, there was a long, metal rod. It was somewhat thick and looked as though it was meant to be held in two hands. The rod also looked very much like the one that had served as the handle to the trident from before. Maybe a spare, or another attempt at recreation? Or perhaps it was just a similar pole. Ch'rava was too tired to let herself get caught up in the possibilities.
Using the impromptu walking stick as leverage, Lynx managed to push herself up onto her feet in a standing position. Holding onto it for a moment, the heroine steadied herself.
Good. She was on her feet again. Lynx still felt like she could collapse from exhaustion at any point, but she could move around again. Technically, she didn't really need the pole any longer, but there was no telling whether or not she'd fall down again. Not to mention how she might've misjudged the strength in her legs. In any case, she needed to head on. If the others needed to backtrack to find her, they might lose their chance at finding the Norwood replicas. She just hoped that Cosmos and Jules had managed to make their way ahead without too much pain.