Well, she couldn't blame a guy like Harth for running. He didn't have powers, didn't have Bending, didn't have strength, and hardly had any weight on him if the rib poking she gave him said anything.

They really needed to put some meat on his bones.

She didn't say anything to his response directly, instead hiding her shaken spirit behind a smile and a tough voice.

"I can't wait to get out of here..."

It was an empty statement. No use to it, just speaking. Internally, she was still running that day through her head. She hadn't been tired until that room. What was it that caused it? All she could think was an allergy to the hay, but... well... who knew.