She sounded weak. Somehow she must have managed to drain all her energy. He hoped it hadn’t all been from their race, that’d of made him feel incredibly guilty, regardless that it hadn’t been his idea to begin with. Genie frowned at the thought, wishing he hadn’t pushed the goddess to such an extent. The firework and boat had been too much. And to think he had been planning to summon a jet plane next! He shook his head, as though to clear the thought.

Gently taking her hand, he pulled her into his arms and quickly flew to the ground. There he placed her down and examined her worriedly. “Urd," he asked, giving her shoulders a soft shake. "can you hear me? Are you alright? How many fingers am I holding up?” he continued, wearing a large foam hand advertising that a certain baseball team were number one in the state.