Cordelia looked at the wolf, and sighed. Poor animal... the smell was probably ten times worse for him. She slowly got to her feet, but didn't bother brushing the sand off of her clothes. She walked over to the boy, and just the way she walked made it obvious she was upset, though she was trying so hard not to show it. She leaned down and looked at Artimist, poking his shoulder a few times.
"Hey, kid? You alive? You still with us?" she asked. Well, if poking him didn't work, there was always putting some water on his face. And if that didn't work... well, she wasn't sure what else would.