Rising Sun Valley Twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled

She ran, but Tybault did not pursue her. Reverie didn't realize until he was out of sight that something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Panic seized her; she couldn't know what was happening but she felt in her heart that she must turn back.
The problem: she was slipping. Fading. Reverie stopped, shook her head. Not now, not now. She had to turn back. Something was wrong. And now she was running again, retracing her steps frantically, but it was too late. Always too late. Everything was fading: the urgency, the trees around her, all of it. She saw two wolves locked together, but did not recognize them. They were fading too, but —
Not now, please, not now.
Lestan? Shaky, too quiet. Just a little longer. Lestan! And it all went dark.