Many things moved through her gray eyes:  triumph, joy, fear, confusion.  Her finger touched the tear, gathering the wetness upon her fingertip.<br/><br/>"But you have already sent them the information... will they not be seeking you out?"  Kahlil didn't know what to think, whether he spoke the truth or was only delaying the arrival of more of his brethren.  "What will you do?"<br/><br/>A chill coursed through her body, drawing goosepumps from her pale skin.  The sweat from their exertions was drying upon her skin, cooling her.