She was getting closer to him; thank goodness he wasn't actually running anymore. As it was, Kyris was pushing her limits. She felt her fever spike, and her vision blurred, but she shut her eyes against it and pressed doggedly on. She wanted to call out to him, to explain everything, but her lungs were barely working, let alone her voice.<br/><br/>At last, her legs began to give way, and she was forced to stumble slowly behind him. Miraculously, her steps were still fairly silent, and she was far enough back that he wouldn't hear her shallow breathing. Kyris grit her teeth as the colors around her intensified and her head started spinning. She would pass out before she caught him, at this rate.<br/><br/>She bit down hard enough on her bottom lip to draw blood, and lunged forward, abandoning silence in favor of speed. A few dogged steps later, she was falling to her knees, but not before her hand closed weakly around his wrist, her fortune from the shop between them.<br/><br/>Pain blazed through her head, and she could barely make out his figure even though he was right in front of her.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wait. Please wait. Give me a chance... to apologize.</span><br/>Kyris opened her mouth to say just that, but all that came out was, "Please..." Barely above a whisper, before she fell unconscious, still clinging to his wrist.