“Don’t panic,” he murmured, gentle, but tense, just behind her. “But… don’t move.”
She froze. Her shoulders locked where they were. Her hands hung in midair. Her lungs hardly dared to pull in air. She steadied herself on her toes, unable to risk lowering her heel to the floor and finish her next step.
One moment, then two.
He stepped in behind her, lifted a hand, dusted a spider off her shoulder.
She took one quick breath in, and then she laughed it out, because she had panicked.
Then, turning, she glared at him, because there had been no need to.