It could've been the August heat.
Or the overpowering darkness.
It could've been the moist earth threatening to crumble around them. Reinette's hand was firmly in his, but the threat of losing her as they ran was very real. After all, the ground wasn't really a ground, it was just a soft circle that the burrowing machine made.
But most likely? It was the hot and heavy white wig on his head. Or the gold-inlaid heavy coat he'd nicked from Louis's dresser.
It had been quite a day.
"Reinette? Reinette! You all right?"