With each step Cloud takes, it feels like claws scraping louder and louder against a chalkboard inside his head. By 10 feet or so, there's a kind of static behind his eyes that's making him feel dizzy, but he puts a hand out to steady himself against the wall and keeps moving. He grits his teeth as his head pounds, but he's not giving up until Fred gives the word. They have to know their limits.

She finally tells him to stop and he does, letting himself stagger against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut with a quiet groan until she's close enough that it lets up some. He lets out a breath of relief and frustration both at once as he starts moving toward her, too.

"Probably, yeah. Not too much room for error, then." When she's almost within reach, he holds out a hand to shorten the distance more quickly and help steady her, if she needs it.