When Kiara seized his hand, Cyrus likewise clutched back, his fingers clasping firmly around Kiara's hand to prevent being separated from her. He dared not turn back, never even offering a glance behind themselves to see what was going on in the background. For a moment, his senses overwhelmed him, every sight, sound, smell, and touch gradually whirling together into a numb, unfeeling sensation. He tuned out the chaos around them, but eventually, the clamor and racket started to subside as the distance between themselves and the village grew greater.

While they no longer had sight of Xia, there really was only one way to go, following a trodden path made bare by countless footsteps before. With adrenaline starting to wear off, Cyrus felt his exhaustion starting to catch up to him, and every little bruise and ache he had ignored started to catch up to him. He panted, catching his breath, but he dared not slow, especially not now that he saw the cover of a little cabin ahead. He motioned to Kiara just a few footfalls ahead of himself, "That lady's gotta be there, maybe we can figure out what we do now."

He released Kiara's arm and slowed his pace, glancing over his shoulder to make sure they had not been followed. This far off, the sounds of whatever may be happening in the village were inaudible to all but the sharpest of ears. Cyrus stepped up onto the porch. Wanting to make sure they didn't surprise Xia, Cyrus knocked first. While waiting for Xia to answer the door, Cyrus buckled over, placing his hand on his knee while he caught his breath. He looked back towards Kiara.

Standing upright, Cyrus tightened his necktie, which had loosened during their mad sprint. He extended his hand towards Kiara, smiling. He spoke, "I never got a chance to thank you, by the way, I'm Cyrus."