~Lucas POV~
She went down without warning.
One moment she was standing with the half-amber, half-black eyes and the contested stillness that had been holding for the past several minutes, and the next moment the body simply decided it had reached the limit of what it could sustain while doing what it was doing from the inside, and she went.
I caught her before she reached the stone.
I do not know what made me move before she fell. Some combination of watching her closely for long enough that my body registered the change in her posture a fraction before my mind processed it, and the particular readiness that comes from weeks of operating in a state of sustained attention. Whatever the cause, I was close enough and fast enough, and she came down into my arms rather than into the ground.
Matteo was beside me in two seconds.
"Is she breathing," he said.
