[She pipes a little,] Yes, [that is perhaps too quick, but she makes no further sign of discomfort beyond what would be expected of someone running for their life. (If anything, she's actually holding up pretty well.) Belatedly, as if to make up for something,] Just surprised.
[He didn't mean any harm. She's quietly appreciative that he doesn't leave her behind, but it's not a course of action that can be sustained for long on its own, because if they do stay at such a pace, they'll definitely be caught up with. Even doing her best, she can't keep a sufficient speed to stay ahead of their pursuers for long, and something's got to give. Twisting, she glances back to see where they are - regrets it, and turns her eyes back to him, worry in them. It's clear she wants to say something, though what it is is anyone's guess, and she holds it back.]
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[He didn't mean any harm. She's quietly appreciative that he doesn't leave her behind, but it's not a course of action that can be sustained for long on its own, because if they do stay at such a pace, they'll definitely be caught up with. Even doing her best, she can't keep a sufficient speed to stay ahead of their pursuers for long, and something's got to give. Twisting, she glances back to see where they are - regrets it, and turns her eyes back to him, worry in them. It's clear she wants to say something, though what it is is anyone's guess, and she holds it back.]