He had gained his knees when she reached him. She dropped to his side, her gasping breaths joining his as she threw an arm around his shoulders . . . like hugging a rock, his muscles were so tense. "Kayarra!" she shouted, needing him to recognize her. "Kayarra."
"Man in fire," he cried, twisted, and almost escaped her hold.
She moved then, afraid of where his mind dwelt, not strong enough to handle his reaction if he confused hallucination and reality.
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