Quote Rosethorn:<br/>Maered woke up she felt arms around her. She knew somewhere in her mind that they were trying to save her. Her eyes blurred. She felt the cold now. Not the kind cold of before. A cruel cold. It chilled her to the very marrow of her bones. She shivered slightly but she could not move or speak.<br/><br/>But the person carrying her must have noticed and wrapped her cloak more tightly around her. â€œIt will be alright young oneâ€ She felt the pain return to her body. She groaned. She felt her life slowly ebbing. The gashes along her body seemed to intensify. The holes in her head felt like they were gaping, mocking her. She did not feel like the proud elk right now. Her spirit darkened.<br/><br/>Then she felt herself being placed as carefully as anyone could try, next to a fire. The warmth lapped her skin. It was beautiful. She forced one eyelid to rise. Then slowly she managed to get the other open. She stared at the fire. Praising it silently. It did not heal her, but it helped eliminate the cold in her bones.