He moves when Garrot moves, taking a few hesitant steps until he knows exactly how far the larger man can move without overbalancing. From there, it's just a process, just one step at a time until he can see the ambulance lights through the trees.

The second the paramedics spot them, they're all over the three of them. It's all Gyre can do to squirm out of the attentive hands of these people, retreating to a few yards away as Garrot and the child are loaded into the trucks. They offer to let him come, and he immediately refuses, dreading the idea of moving around in a big metal box. He'll visit them, he promises himself, but he'll take his time getting there to do it. The doctors can handle them for now.