She climbed down the stairs, hand against the wall as she made her way outside once again, the buckets in hand. Each breath of the morning air helped wake her up a bit, clearing her head until she felt back to her normal self. With a sigh, she passed through tall grass. The smell of the wet banks and marshy life put her at home.<br/><br/>Movement to the left caught her attention. She turned, seeing the swing of a sword before the man wielding it. Putting the buckets down, knowing she was mostly hidden by the grass, she watched.