When he'd decided to ask Penny if she wanted to come with him when he took Seven out for a run, Orsino had honestly expected her to decline the offer. It hadn't been an empty invitation, but he remembered any past discussions on running had tended toward her showing some reluctance. He was glad she'd taken him up on it after all, but now things were coming to a close and it was dawning on him that perhaps this had been a bit much for her. At least the weather had been perfect.
As she flopped down into the grass, Orsino stood over her and contemplated her defeated form. Seven, for her part, was much more intrusive and began to viciously lick at Penny's ears, tail practically windmilling. Luckily for Penny, Seven quickly became distracted by a flock of birds and Orsino unhooked her from the lead to allow her some momentary freedom.
The spaniel sped off barking, and Orsino nudged Penny's side with the tip of his shoe before taking a seat in the grass himself and stretching his legs out. Sitting this soon was probably the last thing he should do. Still, his breathing was slowing already and he wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, displacing some of the sweat that had settling at his hairline.
He cast another sidelong glance at Penny, still largely unmoving. "Still alive?"