<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>She collapsed more than sat down, laying down upon the grass and finding herself gently panting once she did rest.  Her hands were throbbing; she hadn't really noticed before as long as she could keep herself moving.  "I'm fine," she said breathlessly.  "Just a little tired..."<br/><br/>It actually surprised Michelle a little that she had just kept on going.  Part of her had expected to actually just collapse, although she hadn't realized it at the time.  It was likely what Eliza and Michael both said about too many movies.<br/><br/>Soon her breath was coming slow and even, still tired out but at least able to speak properly.  "The reason I wanted to say," she explained, a little sheepish but being honest.  "I'm not really used to just having friends, I guess.  I'm used to being a trickster, a liar and having everyone just follow whatever I say.  It's fun, but I've seen how that ends up.  If this is my second chance, I really want to make friends this time."  She wasn't sure she fully understood the sentiment until it was out of her mouth.  "Besides, you've been pretty awesome so far about accepting me even when I'm not being my usual silver-tongued self."