Illyria looks up, gauging the distance that she has to make in order to catch up with the foreign creature. She hesitates for the tiniest of seconds, before glancing at Wesley, Spike, and the shell.

"Try not to die," she says, the words meant to be comforting, at the very least. Her gaze lingers longer on Wesley, before she turns and runs. Swiftly, she folds her body and very casually leaps, landing on the elevated tunnel with little effort.