The pain was terrible, and she took over the almost animal wheezing and moans of pain from the fallen elf, as well as his wounds, before unconsciousness took her. The drift toward the final end was welcome to her; though she was saddened that the rescue attempt might have been in vain, it relieved her to know that she would not linger on in the clutches of Malakai's worshippers.<br/><br/>Until her progress was stopped.<br/><br/>The darkness of eyes fell upon her, and in the deepest part of her she knew them for the eyes of the terrible pain-god even before he spoke. His presence forced her to her knees, sobbing in spirit at the undeniably, and unwelcomely familiar, force of his presence.<br/><br/>"No, Lord Malakai - let me go to my rest! I have done my work as I was set to it in the service of the Lady, and suffered the wounds of death in that work. Do not keep me from it, I pray you!"<br/><br/>Her head bowed, and ghostly tears pricked in her spirit-eyes. "I beg you...."