Finna's anger drained away during the long walk, and by the time she came to the basket she was cold, tired and nervy.<em>Maybe if I hadn't been such a bitch to Trot he'd have come with me.</em><br/><br/>It was so dark, even with the full moon shining down through the trees.  Could she turn back?  She could say she looked but it was too dark to pick up the trail.  She could come back again, in daylight, when the woods were less terrifying.  Maybe she could even persuade a couple of the boys to come with her?<br/><br/>No.  Aesa wouldn't abandon her, so Finna couldn't abandon Aesa.  To the nine hells with the village, and all its cowardly men.  She pressed further north.