*Snape cringes each time a native shade touches him or Pryce, since the electricity is conducted through them both. He can feel his muscles lock with each jolt, making their grasp on each other's arms tighten momentarily. Between the occasional zaps from the level 2 denizens and the effort of dragging himself along, Snape is becoming exhausted quickly. He looks around, spots a sheltered area formed by several large rocks, and starts towards it. They aren't quite there when Snape vomits; he definitely needs to rest. Once they are more or less sheltered by the rocks, Snape closes his eyes wearily, pressing against the rock. The wind howls above them, but it is much more sheltered here, and he feels he can finally catch his breath for a moment.*

I'm sorry. I couldn't keep going much further without a rest.