It was! Fatigue swept across her - How long had she been riding, anyway~?<br/><br/>Dismounting, she slid from the horse's back, a sigh dissolving from her lips - Leading the horse to shelter, within the copse of woods. She'd been stabbed, slashed, trampled on, chased...The rest didn't bear thinking about! Once she'd found somewhere to rest, she'll draw her cloak over her head...And slip into a dreamless sleep.