Stella slumped down against one of the huge stalagmites. She laid her bow gently on the ground and then stretched her bow arm over her head. That creatures poison was taking more out of her than she'd have liked, and the idea of a little rest did sound very good. But things would be looking for the, hunting them. There's a reason no-one came out of this place.<br/><br/>Or, she blinked, maybe the reason no-one every escaped is because they just never stopped - fighting themselves to exhaustion. And feeling the way she did right then, Stella morbidly thought that if death was certain, at least she'd get to have a couple of dreams first. That happy thought let free in the ether, the dusky skinned scout covered herself in her cloak, and tried to relax and sleep.