Not quite dead silence, Aeryn hears the wind sighing among the stone trees.  After a m\few heartbeats, she begins to calm down and study her srroundings more analytically.  This forest, the undisturbed tall trunks, she has never even heard solid rumor of such a thing, and she is a voracious conswumer of natural lore.  She pushes away from the trunk she is leaning against, but doesn't go far.  Whatever brought here, if she is in fact "here" and not in athe throes of some durg, might not return her if she wanders.