"God, we can't... where can we go?" She stumbles into a standing position, limps backwards. Her breath hitches in something like a sob.

"Ed... E-Ed, it'll be okay. Just breathe, m-maybe we can fix this." Hollow words, but she manages to make it sound convincing, the way she always does when she's lying. With shaking hands, she gets a few pairs of handcuffs out of her backpack. Offers them, as subtly as she can with them jingling like sleigh-bells. She'd put them on them herself, but she doesn't trust her body to be fast enough. Clark is impervious to everything but kryptonite and magic. He'll be fine.