With no idea where she was going, but an intense need to be there now, it was only Vex'ahlia's well-honed reflexes that pulled the broom to a stop before it barreled right into Percy, and it'd barely stopped before she dismounted and all but threw herself at him. It was all too much, too many feelings, all jumbled together in too little time.

Then she remembered she was soaking wet and frazzled around the edges. "Don't look. I'm an absolute mess," her voice cracking halfway through.