[Even barefoot, it's a struggle to keep up. The ballroom floor is cold against her skin, subtly slippery and in places strewn with things she's forced to avoid. His guidance is really the only thing that keeps her from being caught, for no matter how clear her eyes or how clever her mind, battle is as foreign to her as the speed at which it takes place. Secondhand memories can only do so much.]
[Her lungs burn and her legs scream demands that she stop, yet the world carries on with its chaos around them and she knows that to falter would be to invite death upon them both. Struggling, she bends her indomitable will to the task, and then there is only one foot in front of the other, only following the hand that leads her, only ducking and dodging when it looks like an attack might come anywhere near too close-- and then over his shoulder she sees the arrival of what appears to her to be a summon, and it's all she can do not to stumble with the shock of it.]
[It looks... an awful lot like a Nobody.]
[Surely it isn't, surely not - for if that were the case, would he not be one, too? And it doesn't feel quite right, either, doesn't match up. But who is this fellow, to be capable of such a thing? There's no time to wonder or to ponder it. She can only be grateful for having found herself for once so lucky.]
[If he's out of breath by the time they reach the outside, she is doubly so. There's no air left in her to use for words, even as they slow; gasping for it, she can only nod, face strained and stomach turning, but she doesn't ask to stop - wouldn't, even if she had the wind. It's clear enough that she needs to recover, no matter her failure to express it.]
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[Her lungs burn and her legs scream demands that she stop, yet the world carries on with its chaos around them and she knows that to falter would be to invite death upon them both. Struggling, she bends her indomitable will to the task, and then there is only one foot in front of the other, only following the hand that leads her, only ducking and dodging when it looks like an attack might come anywhere near too close-- and then over his shoulder she sees the arrival of what appears to her to be a summon, and it's all she can do not to stumble with the shock of it.]
[It looks... an awful lot like a Nobody.]
[Surely it isn't, surely not - for if that were the case, would he not be one, too? And it doesn't feel quite right, either, doesn't match up. But who is this fellow, to be capable of such a thing? There's no time to wonder or to ponder it. She can only be grateful for having found herself for once so lucky.]
[If he's out of breath by the time they reach the outside, she is doubly so. There's no air left in her to use for words, even as they slow; gasping for it, she can only nod, face strained and stomach turning, but she doesn't ask to stop - wouldn't, even if she had the wind. It's clear enough that she needs to recover, no matter her failure to express it.]