So Holly, You've run home through the cold and the snow. It was a bit before you stopped running full out, realizing that you no longer had a pursuer. I don't know how easy it is for you to get cold, but you're pretty chilly right now. You sort of took the way back to the apartment complex that you remember, more or less. Instead of walking all the way on pavement, you cut across the snowdrifts towards the apartment building and through the sparse trees on the apartment's grounds.
And you trip and fall into the snow, your foot caught on something.
When you twist and look, you find a slender hand, nearly as white as the snow, laying near your foot, the fingers flexing minutely. Turning more reveals the slender bare arm and similarly slender bare body and the long black hair. Myrii is lying in the snow. She looks exhausted. Her eyes are closed when you first see them but they open partly, golden slits. Her lips twitch into a faint smile.
"Holly." She says slowly, a little sing song, as if she was half-asleep or drugged.
What do you do?