The walk through the woods was proving to be more troublesome than Elle had anticipated. Her stubbornness was beginning to wear thin as she tried not to stumble. Her mind was getting more sluggish as well, making her vision dim further. She would like nothing more than to curl up in her coat on the ground and sleep.<br/><br/>She surprised herself when the arrow flew abruptly, singing past Ghaleon's ear. She had lost her grip, and she almost sighed in relief when she realized she hadn't struck him. Her breath passed through numb, blue lips, and she barely felt it when she dropped her bow.<br/><br/>"Damn," Elle murmured. She bent to grab the bow and crashed to her knees. One of her hands fumbled for her knife as the other gripped the bow weakly.<br/><br/>"Don't move," she warned, unsheathing the knife and holding it up in Ghaleon's direction. Her arm wobbled, lowered, raised again. Her eyes flickered. "Don't move."