Sweetie ran through the forest as quickly as possible, trying hard not to trip or stumble. She was confused, surprised she obliged to leave Kell there alone, and worried as hell. She crashed through the trees, branches wacking her in the face and dress now tattered, ripped, and abused. She wore no shoes, so she had quite the number of rocks or bark pieces shoved brutally into her skin. But this neither stopped nor slowed her.<br/><br/>She finally ran into view, in front of the shelter. She shouted loudly, running into the shelter. "Wake up! Wake up! Kell is in trouble! Arm yourselves and follow me!" She screams, tripping and sliding into the shelter, scraping her knees. She stands again, running to her bag and retrieving a few daggers, strapping them around her thigh. She then ran to the entrance of the shelter. "Hurry! Hurry! Grab a weapon and follow!" She screams hysterically.<br/><br/>After a moment, she yells out again. "He is up the mountain route, at a hidden valley! Hurry!" She yells one more time. Not waiting to see if anyone was following her yet, she turned and abruptly ran back into the trees, heading back to Kell as quickly as her tired feet would carry her.