She groaned with exhaustion as her spell took its toll on her, but she had no choice, the air was thin, there was little oxygen in it forcing her to take deep breaths, along with that she was cold, so much so that she couldn't even feel her own body anymore. Yet, she was not the only one exhausted beyond compare. She ventured into her partner's mind. He was tired, the beats of his wings were so labored that it felt as if he was trying to move through tar, he was having just as much, if not more, trouble breathing than she was. Despite the spell she had cast moment earlier to help them breathe. As she pulled from their connected minds she felt another gigantic gust of wind force them back, she shivered uncontrollably as a giant wave sent ice-cold mist flying onto their already soaked bodies. Arya didn't know what to do, the upwards drafts were slowly but surely forcing them to a level of altitude were they would surely not be able to breathe at all (even with the help of magic), they were a mere ten leagues away from Rïsa (the new Dragon Rider base) but it might as well have been across all of Alagaesia. They weren't going anywhere in this storm, and if they did nothing they would surely die.
Arya's mind was growing slow and foggy from lack of air, with the last remaining bit of energy she possessed, even that from within the pommel of her sword, she cast her mind as far as she could with that amount of energy, grasping on to whatever consciousnesses she could find, she mentally screamed "HELP!" And with that she drew back into her own body, feeling the drain immediately she panicked. Her mind beginning to become more and more groggy, she couldn't feel anything, her vision was becoming dark and strained as she slipped, no matter how much she fought, out of consciousnesses as her energy still dwindled, threatening to cease even the beating of her heart and the strained breath that was already close to non-existent.