Sun Mote Copse the berth surrounding my body, crushing every bit of bone

The last thing she can remember is the fight.  The memories that stick with her come back in slow motion.  There is a woman in front of her, and when she opens her mouth to speak her words are distorted.  The next moment the stranger lunges, ahd she can feel the serrated edge of the warrior's fangs buried deep within her flesh.

There's a constant grating ringing that sticks in her ears.  Where am I?  She swings her head around, searching for recognizeable landmarks.  She can't find any.  Ah, fuck, it's so bright.  She can remember running, vaguely, but..

How much time had she lost?  How long had she been out?  She opens her mouth to take in a breath and realizes that she is parched.  She smacks her lips as her features contort, and she rises to find someth —

Whoa.  Ceara's legs quake beneath her frame, and her vision begins to swim as it goes dark at the edges.  The ringing that had begun to fade came back in full to drown out the rustling of the tree limbs overhead.  When her vision comes to, she can see the drying pool of blood that is where her body had just been.  Fuck.  

She is too dissociated to come up with a game plan.  For now the only thing that comes to mind is water.  But she can't hear anything over the sound of her own ears ringing, and she can't smell anything other than her own blood.