Ava had forgotten about the fact that those who were blessed can be resurrected, mainly because of the fact that she'd never had any use for it. Although the splinter had not been poisoned, the illusion that it had been was her only means of negotiation, but since the blessed are able to be revived, her entire idea had been a blunder from the very beginning. However, she was still able to use this information for her own good, now that her memory had been refreshed.<br/><br/>Ava had been keeping a pouch hanging by her shoulder, leaning against her waist. She had been somewhat lucky that Guine had grabbed her by her neck, not constraining any of her movements. She was, however, running on a strict timer; Her consciousness was already fading, and thinking had altogether become difficult. She quickly moved her right hand into her pouch, rummaging around inside of it. As she searched her pouch, she began to throw out all that was within it onto the floor beneath her: a few dirtied coins, a freshly picked rose, a few papers... it was ridiculous how much useless stuff she kept in her pouch. She could feel that she was running out of time; she had already stopped relying on her blackened vision and resorted to using only her senses of touch and hearing, which were also slowly fading.<br/><br/>Eventually, she felt her fingers grab onto something sharp. Feeling her way to its hilt, she dragged out a traditional elven dagger, made from hardwood and sharp earth crystals. Instead of doing what would be the logical thing to do, to attempt to stab the orc choking her, she stabbed the only place she was able to move her arm with the little consciousness she had left: her own hip. Had it not been for the fact that she could neither breathe nor feel, she would've screamed out in pain. However, as soon as she removed the dagger from herself, she dropped it as she finally lost her consciousness, leaving it alongside the other items on the ground, which were now covered in the blood dripping from the elf's hip.