[The chase is over before it can even properly begin, for which she is, barely, glad. She, too, comes to a standstill once he is herded, a whirlwind of cloak and dismay, ice crystals trapped in her hair. There is hardly a foot of space left between them, and this is purposeful, so that the loose-packed powder kicks up like a wave and clings to Allen's shins and she can see every line in his waxen face.
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For a long moment, she does not move.]