Stavanger Bay Off the cliff she tumbled

Artemis only nodded at the other's words, following her meekly through the territory to Atoll's den. So exhausted was she, that time seemed to crawl by in odd, disoriented moments. She seemed to be suddenly lying on a fawn-skin, soft and perfect, and her eyes were drifting shut. The other was speaking, but the kind woman's words were becoming blurred, indistinct, as Artemis finally lapsed into sleep her damp form huddled into a small ball on the fawnskin that her host had so kindly offered for her to lay on. 

Her chest rose and fell in steady breaths, utterly spent as she drifted away for a long, deep slumber.