In spite of her situation, Catskill rolled her eyes. That was supposed to help? Better than nothing. She reached out for the plants, groaning at each additional inch she extended her leg, and slowly scooped them into her mouth. Their bitter taste made her gag, but Catskill chewed them even as her out-of-place jaw ground against her skull. She swallowed, and immediately a dull numbness overtook her. She was only vaguely aware of the way the rough rock beneath her felt, how cold it was, the way the wind pulled her tears of pain away. Well, she didn’t feel the pain anymore. She didn’t feel much of anything. Except tired. She was so very tired.