They were alone. Florian drew a deep breath and started running.
The pavement of the Yard was dry and smooth; the air whistled sweetly past his ears. He didn't stop until he saw a class of Youngers coming the other way with a teacher.
He hopped out of their way and leaned against a wall. Catlin pounded up to him, flushed.
"What happened?" she asked. "Are you well?"
"I'm fine," he said. "I just wanted a run."
"You had one, this morning," she said.
That wasn't the same, "Sorry, Catlin," he said, grinning. "I just had a need for speed."