Mount Everfall To bring the pieces back together.

The voice of the ocean was still in her ears, the crashing of the waves and the howling of the wind — but the sea was behind her now, a strange force that frightened and awed simultaneously, and Camilla wasn't going to stop or turn back. She was slow to progress through the woods, though. The ever-present fear of being found was almost too much for her haggard spirit. What if the man was still here? What if he was following her, ready to destroy her in some way? She could think of the many ways he'd promised to hurt her; the oaths of men were violent and pitiless.

She found a path through the trees that became more steep as she went, and as she came to a personal limit she had to stop and take stock of her situation. Either she continue, hungry and tired and drained of all things, this husk, and let the season kill her — or she fight, and find her way home. Even if @Phox had been killed (which was a dreadful thought and one Camilla couldn't shake from her mind), she had nowhere else to go.

After a moment to rest and collect her thoughts, Camilla found that her limbs did not want to move. She was quaking where she had stopped, and slowly crumbled in to a pile of tired parts upon the earth, where sleep threatened to take her. Sleep or something worse, she couldn't fathom what was happening — was she tired? Was she dying? But either way, was there any point to life without the boy with her? The woman drew a few shuddering breaths and loosed a mournful little note, and it lilted through the trees like some kind of funeral dirge.