She watched him lay there, utterly limp as he spoke, and felt her chest fill with cold hard stones of guilt. He'd done this to himself for her. The monster that she was. She thought he was showing incredibly poor judgement by doing it, but she felt incredibly guilty all the same.<br/><br/>She didn't feel strong enough to be doing much, so she looked around them, searching their surroundings for something that would help her. She'd lost her pack somewhere along the way, which meant-<br/><br/>Her eyes went wide with sudden realization. Her pack. They had her pack. And with it, they also had...<br/><br/>She shook it off, refusing to think the horrible thought. They hopefully didn't know what they had in their possession. Looking down at the stricken mage, she pursed her lips hesitantly, then swallowed it down and acted on instinct. After rubbing her hands together to warm them, she whispered a few short lines under her breath. He hands seemed to shimmer with the mirage waves of heat, which was odd, then she passed a hand in front of his face, speaking a single word. The wave of energy that left her was strong, but it didn't take as much of a toll on her as it once had. Hopefully the spell would work and put him into a deep sleep from which he wouldn't wake until she woke him.