Watching him eat, she felt a slight relief in the burden of guilt she felt. Her problems had cause him enough harm that she felt better at seeing him eat and rest. When he finally began to eat the berries, the feeling of relief grew. He needed to rest. It would restore his body, his mind, his manna. When his eyes rolled back and he began snoring, she popped the rest of the root she'd been munching into her mouth and rose to move closer.<br/><br/>Still chewing, she looked him over, deciding how best to go about this. First, she saw that his belongings were all safely tucked away in his pack, and would not be in danger of falling free. Next, she tested her strength after the recent poisoning by sliding her arms under his back and knees. He was heavy, but not too bad. She'd carried more weight in her time. She felt relatively certain she could bear him for the short distance she had in mind. He was limp and difficult to manuever, but she managed it. She hauled him up, then allowed him to flop limply over one shoulder. After shifting him just a bit, she struggled to her feet. It was difficult, extremely so, but she managed. The short walk was far more difficult than she'd thought it would be. By the time she reached the dense formation of rocks and shrubs, she was sweating and clammy.<br/><br/>It didn't take her long. Within minutes, she had fashioned a bed of pine needles for him, lay his cloak over it, then rolled him in it to keep him warm. She arranged wood for a fire and left it for him to light when he woke. It wouldn't do to have him left unconscious with a fire burning to announce his location. The night wouldn't get all too cold, anyway. She left his pack near him, where he would see it, then stepped out of the tiny, hidden enclosure. Once outside it, she began chanting. The spell cost her, but she erected a near perfect wall of shadow to reflect the light. All that could be seen from the outside was more foliage. Last but not least, she laid a mild compulsion of shadow power about the place, which would instill a mild urge to be elsewhere in anyone who happened to walk near. When the wall of shadow was crossed by his exit, it and the compulsion would vanish.<br/><br/>With a final glance toward where she knew he lay, she sighed with sorrow, then turned and headed into the woods. It was the only goodbye she would ever be able to give the first friend she'd known since her early childhood.