The elfwoman did not know the many humans they passed, nor much cared. Brom cradled her, and she seemed to curl around her pain, cradling it in turn.<br/><br/>When they reached the battlements, the wind cut at her damp nude form, and she was shivering by the time she lifted her weary head to gaze distractedly at the cage. Mutey she shook her head, gaze lifting to scan the distant horizon.