Marshall was slightly more comfortable. Still terribly
uncomfortable. But less so than he had been before. He'd always
recoiled at the thought of marketplaces, even though Fallow enjoyed
the bustle. It had been like this every second that they had been
running--even their small moments of shelter had been spoilt with
fear. The air around him seemed to be constantly ringing, so tense
that it made him wanted to burst. He remembered thinking that he
would be able to calmly handle any situation if he trained hard
enough. Nowadays Marshall pitied his younger self.
He drew closer to Fallow's side as he scanned the area, still not
feeling safe enough. An alleyway or something would have made him
feel better but he supposed that a quiet part in the city would do.