Fayte had little time and little energy to respond before he began his work. In a daze she could just make out her trail of blood on the ground, along with what had bled onto herself.<br/><br/>She felt warm hands on her pulling her down and then the tell-tale sensation of magic tingling through her body. The pain's vanishing cleared her fogged head but before she could further object or verbally attack this man her world went black by something hot being placed over her eyes. Her brow furrowed and she cursed herself for being too weak to run, too weak to see, too weak to move...<br/><br/>Her head tipped back against the tree as she fell, slumped into it, sleeping soundly. Her shoulders dropped and her back arched to fit the contours of the trunk, her soft breathing ruffling her curls of hair that fell around her shoulders.