"We thought you collapsed from exhaustion," Aki explains, his voice tinged with worry.
But there's no time to dwell on my confusion. Soza is still running at an insane pace ahead of us, her fiery hair blazing in the dim light of the maze. Aki is barely managing to keep us flying at her speed, his brow furrowed with concentration.
I brush off the desire for sleep that threatens to overwhelm me and turn to Tito, who is hovering nearby.
"Tito, I need your help," I say, my voice urgent. "Can you weave together an attachment for my endless backpack relic?"
Tito nods, understanding flashing in his eyes as he gets to work. With practiced hands, he fashions a sturdy strap and attaches it to the backpack, ensuring that it will stay securely fastened as I run.
