Barrow Fields lotus eater

Rosalyn is fairly certain she is going to die here, but continues to struggle, desperation keeping her from exhaustion.  In a way, though, she waits for it.  Maybe her card had been past due one too many times.  What had Smoke spoken of?  A gibbet?

But the kill didn't come.  Her frenzied thoughts slowed for an instant before the final blow instead came, a heavy blow and bite to the side.  She scrabbled in the moment that followed and managed to pull free, her legs immediately launching into an awkward and wild flight.  

She would put some distance between before pain, exhaustion, and shock took her down.  After, she would slowly find her way back to the bay, stinging from the defeat physically but not so much mentally.  She'd merely curse herself for the chance; she would take care not to underestimate a threat the next time.