Jade can feel her own strength threatening to waver, as well; even with the pair of them having taken hold and managed to coordinate the lift itself, the weight is too great a burden for them to hold for long. She draws in a sharp breath as she maintains her focus, not wanting to let distraction be what makes her lose her grip, but thankfully, Allura has this next part covered.

Allura's question is met by a bout of weak coughing, followed by a small voice that rings out clearer now that the debris isn't in the way: "I think— I think I can, I'm gonna run for it!"

There's some shuffling of stone as the victim stumbles, and Jade feels the weight of the wall bearing down on her harder with every passing moment, but just as the strain starts to settle in, the figure of a young boy of about twelve bolts through the entrance they'd made by force, scrambling past them and nearly tripping over the waiting pile of debris.

"Alright— drop it!"

She has a feeling Allura is feeling the weight just as much as she is.