She almost fights, when she is grabbed. But he speaks and she realised it was Xue Yang, not the skittering monster. She's still not happy about being picked up but she has to admit, he runs faster than her.

And his sleeve is over her face and he is telling her to breathe, slowly, shallowly. She does, taking in only the smallest bit of air through the sleeve. It's not enough to feel good but it's better than nothing and she doesn't need to run anymore.

She lies as still as she can, limp in his arms, breathing shallowly.