Emberflame Ridge Breath, should I take a deep?

When he looked at her, the interaction seemed normal, even if he was not. Their eyes met. His were a beautiful shade of dark blue-purple, like the sky early in the evening. She took a breath.

And then things promptly went awry as he launched his stout form her way.

What the bloody hell?! Lily exclaimed, skittering backward and nearly tripping over herself in the process. Half-panting, she did everything in her power to get away--and then the nausea struck again. Wave after wave rolled over her, accompanied by dizziness. She lurched. Her vision spun.

Oh fuck, fuck, she gasped out. A gag rose in her throat and she choked it down, adrenaline-laced fear the only thing keeping her going as she searched for the shadow with eyes gone round with shock.