Momentarily forgetting that they were currently her primary means of fighting gravity, Aylin flailed her arms, lost in the flailing frenzy. She felt that she was falling, and thinking that she was slipping off flung her arms back around grumpy-woman's neck. The sudden stop made her glance about, realising that in fact the woman had fallen down, taking Aylin down with her, but thankfully her own bottom had been spared due to how high she was clinging.
Hanging her head upside down she gaped at the Cyclops and giggled at his comment before righting herself and petting her pet's fair hair comfortingly. Poor thing, she'd hurt herself. She'd have to be taught not to fall down for no reason.
Aylin opened her mouth, about to tell her as much, when Cyclops interrupted and her poor pet suddenly went limp. Her face contorted into a look of horror as she tipped backwards. Not having been on the ground at the time, Aylin fell back a little before her bottom hit ground, cradling her pet in her arms protectively.
She nuzzled against her head, whispering softly, "Aaaaw, poor baby. Did the bad man scare joo?" Despite having no idea what he'd meant she got the general idea. Bad man said something, her pretty puppy passed out.
A sullen expression setting on her face, Aylin suddenly yelped, "No! I can do it!" She clung tighter to the limp form in her arms, curling around her defensively and shooting glances at Juk-Juk and Cyclops intermittently. Once she was convinced no one was going to snatch her pet away from her, or perhaps before they could, Aylin wriggled around the body to straddle her, easing her head down to the ground. Leaning over her she parted her pet's lips slightly, bringing her own close. Her big, dark curls formed a curtain that shielded them from the others. Not that there was much to see anyway.
A soul was, surprisingly, only attached to a body by a very weak force. She didn't really understand it, but when she sucked, doing something unexplainable but still inherently more than just inhaling, the ephemeral thing that was the woman's soul slipped out of her mouth and into Aylin's own. The taste of it lingered in her mental mouth as she effectively sucked on the soul. It had an interesting taste, the soul of this 'Diamond', something inhuman about it. Her name came with the soul of course, because it was her consciousness too. Oddly, she could never seem to get any information other than the person's name.
Rising slowly up onto her feet and stepping off Diamonds still body, she tucked her hair behind one ear and beamed down at the woman. She wasn't dead or anything, far from it. Until starvation set in she'd be just fine, if somewhat vacant. A fact Aylin was going to take advantage of.
"Diamond," she said brightly, "Stand up." The body, that wasn't really Diamond anymore, stood up obediently, if a little clumsily. Taking the bodies hand she led it slowly to the foremost wagon, being patient as it dragged its feet. Instinct and obedience was all that remained in the Diamond shaped shell. Her consciousness was safely tucked inside Aylin, unaware as all the rest were.
Realising that the body would be unable to mount the wagon on its own, Aylin spun around and inquired, "Can one of you help? Juk-Juk? Eyeball? It...uh...she needs help getting up."