*mildly, not giving in, even a little, as he rounds a street corner at speed* Stop talking like that, Erestor.
*knows, just knows, that the quickest way to the Fountain is down a narrow, dark (pitch black) alleyway and does the only thing he can think of (runs faster, ignoring the prickling down his spine and the pounding of blood in his ears) straight down the alley (does not falter)*
*firmly, intent on keeping you (and himself) focused* Are you badly hurt?