Emily
Emily ran for a while, occasionally glancing back to make sure no one was coming after her. After a while, the Changeling started to slow her pace, partly out of growing exhaustion and partly out of the realization that no one was coming after her. Still somewhat cautious about any possible pursuers, the Changeling continued at a decent pace, starting to worry about the girl she'd left behind.
Her worries were soon interrupted with a hard impact, the Changeling going to ground with a light impact, something cushioning her fall. Emily lay there for a moment, dazed, before pushing herself off to find a preacher looking fellow nearby, dusting himself off.
Looking up at the man as he held a hand out to her, Emily couldn't help but look up at him with no small amount of apprehension. Cautiously, the Changeling took his hand and got up to her feet.
"Thanks," Emily said, a little embarrassed and still somewhat worried, "Sorry about that."