Silver Moraine So peel away the bark

As she traversed the precarious moraine, Saena stumbled more than once, and nearly fell on her face a handful of times. She was almost ready to give up, to fall to the ground and sleep off these mysterious aches and pains, when Nochtli found her. It was her subordinate's voice that kept her on her feet, and her brows knitted together slowly at the concern the amazonian expressed.

"Nochtli," she said slowly, noting that her tongue felt twice as large as normal and that her mouth seemed full of cotton. "Where..." but she needn't finish that question. A quick glance around them indicated their location. Saena had always been good at directions and orientation. "I... I don't know," she stammered in response to Nochtli's question, and now she frowned even deeper. She couldn't catch even a fleeting memory of what had happened, though it danced just out of reach, a scene she couldn't quite imagine yet somehow knew.

She thought for a little while longer, taking the opportunity to sit down and rest her sore muscles, and then determined, "I must've passed out or something, I don't remember anything... but... why?"