Dragoncrest Cliffs The wind is on the rise,

Fade here?

Her breath rushed out in short bursts, laboured pulls through her nostrils as she tried to hold back her rising panic. She anchored herself to Stag's voice and forced herself to listen to it, find strength and comfort in it. Quite possibly, he was the only thing that kept her from going mad with her rage then and there.

Okay, she quietly ground out, listing until her small shoulder pressed lightly into his. He really was a good young man. Strong. Full of a lot of potential. She closed her remaining eye for a few seconds, swallowed thickly, then gave a slow nod that made the world spin. Something fleshy and nauseating bobbed against the skin below her eye socket when she did it. She tried not to think too much about it.

Home. She tried to think of home instead, and allowed Stag to guide her there.