What the hell? Just her luck she ends up saving the guy with asthma. Kerrigan immediately drops to a knee, lowering their joint center of gravity and decreasing the chance Raistlin's coughing fit will result in a fall that'll kill him and severely inconvenience her.

"One sec." 'Wide for a tree branch' still isn't very wide in overall scheme of things, and she doesn't think she can get him off her shoulders safely while he's convulsing. Kerrigan reaches over her shoulder to where his pouch is rubbing against her head, her hand moving with quick, sure gestures. He knows how to get into the pouch, so she does, too. The urgency makes the thought as lucid as the first line of an eye chart. "Here you go."