[ She can keep up with Sigma, but just barely. Her lungs feel about ready to explode and her legs are ready to fall off by the time the buildings start to come into sight, little flicking oasises of torchlight. Ramir grins, exhausted but pleased. ]

There's no way they'll try it. This is -- secret society bullshit. [ She gives his hand another squeeze and charges on, and sure enough, as they break the last few trees, the cultists behind them split away and melt back into the trees. Ramir firmly hopes they're all gasping for breath, too.

She finally slows her stride once they're safely among the buildings, and wastes no time doubling over with her free hand on her knee, the other refusing to let go of Sigma's. ]

Holy shit. I hate running. I'm never running -- again.