From the shadows at the edge of the woods, Tivyrne waits where she's waited for some time... she glances up at Tavia's nearing, speaking from the shadows like a ghost in the dark.  Her silhouette and the gleam of moon on her flax-gold skin are all that is visible of her as she leans into a knotty, thick pine as if reluctant to leave her hiding spot.<br/><br/>Her voice is weak and weary sounding.  "I couldn't stand it," she says softly, and the elf's keen night sight picks up her eyes as she rolls them skywards, night no concealment the humiliation she seems to feel at such emotional overflow.  "I'm sorry," she says, sniffing once.  Her eyes are still shining with tears.  "How are we going to be able to help these people?"<br/><br/>She winces then, and for a moment it's as if she's about to succumb to emotion again.  Then, she clenches her teeth in pain.  "Gods, it<i>burns</i>," she says with a hiss, the crystalline blades appearing in her hands and disappearing again when she throws them into the ground beside her feet, leaving only a patter of disturbed soil and a soft hiss.  The pain, apparently, passes.<br/><br/>She breathes a deep sigh and presses her hands to her face.  "I should stay nearby.  In case they come back," she whispers.  "Sleep in the woods maybe."