Then who? Surely none but they have such control? [Not seen, but definitely heard. There's a story there, and perhaps he'll tell it in detail when they're free of the shadows.]

Then I urge you to careful speed, lest they wrest my freedom from me a second time...

[The leaping of turns is no bother, accustomed as she is to storms and winds while sheltered in her oak; and truthfully, she hasn't noticed the sweat. It will be obvious when she's no longer clinging to him for literal life, but at this point in their adventure, it's the farthest thing from her mind.]

I may be small, but I am strong. I have weathered many a storm within my grove; holding onto a hero is no great strain. [It is a small strain, however - just not one that she considers worth the complaint. How often is a nymph carried to safety by a hero? That nymph should adapt to her circumstance and save mentioning discomfort for later.] And... I believe anything I do feel is because we're travelling farther and farther from the realms of the dead - I relish anything I experience.