She had faded in the time he was gone and drifted into a torpor state. She was the most comfortable she's ever been in so long. She soft fur, the safety, the click inside her ha become a great soother for the click was the closest thing to death shes ever had to face. A death onto nightmares. He'd wound her tight. She was alive. She was truly alive. She could go for days. Days on end, without needing help, she she ever found someone foolish or willing enough to wind her more, she would take those odds. Such freedom. She was so comfortable. So comfortable...<br/><br/>Just a few moments before he reaches the cave she opens her eyes suddenly very aware. She became very sober to the fact she is nude. She became very sober to the fact she'd watch this man... this monster brutally murder and gorge on the lives of many men. She then sat up and reached for her key, the moment she touched it she realized. He'd left it. She glanced around. He was gone. She was left, with her key. She stood.<br/><br/>The emotional thoughts of being nude drifted from her. Her unyielding attitude as before returned. She distanced her mind from him. She knelt on the pelts and began to smooth and braid her long locks. Humming softly.