Shadowwyn Moor its the soul that needs the surgery

As the two sprinted, he soon caught her feathery plume in a light, gentle snap. The touch was enough to break her concentration, to cause her to stumble, to cause a misstep that would make what could have been a longer chase not so long at all. It was like when one told you, "don't look back, you'll slow down". It was just like that, in fact. The touch internally caused her to look back, to remember who it was she was running from, to want a little more of that touch... she also did not consider that in this misstep she might earn it.

She still tried, though, still put her effort in careening onward, as though that one misstep would not have finished her. Eshe knew that long before that touch, she had been finished, somehow. That her feelings for him exploded within her, a craving that excited her, made her curious, want to know more.