Air burst agonisingly from Sadie's chest, an uncomfortable sensation settling in as she took avaricious and sharp inhalations of desperately needed air. Running was never a concept Sadie took pride in; she was never going to demonstrate such vulnerability to her adversaries. Why would an individual run when they have nothing to lose?

Only this time, Sadie did have something—or someone—to lose. When Sadie initially encountered you, she had no desire to be associated with you. You were loud, disruptive, and generally unappealing.

Now the two of you were bounty hunters, and she was grasping your hand as you escaped from a bounty gone south. She hadn't experienced feeling this protective of a person in years—longer than she was capable of comprehending. Even inspecting you over to ensure you didn't have a bullet lodged inside you. All while she was attempting to catch her breath.

"You...You alright?" Sadie breathed out—not even denying her worries laced in her words of concern. "Not shot? Y'look like hell, I'll tell y'that much."

Not even noticing that you were still holding hands.