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Nocht was more than a little weary and slightly singed around the edges as she finally wandered onto the others, having shifted back to her were form at some point, bow held in her hand. Her vision swam from exhaustion, but a relieved smile touched her lips never-the-less. She'd made it out and she wasn't alone, even if her leg screamed in protest at every new step she took. It had been a long, long night. Her chest felt congested and every deep breath she took, even here in the clean, sweet air, produced a fresh fit of coughing and a pain in her chest, so that she kept her breathing purposefully shallow.
Conri was here, again, and puppies too, with others she didn't know. It almost felt like a sign. Staggering nearer, she collapsed to the ground in a seated position and watched them talk for a moment, keeping silent and as out of the way as she could. She almost felt like she was trespassing on something she'd no right to see. She leaned nearer at Conri's suggestion to stay together, find somewhere to rest up and recover, leaning her head on her knees and warpping her arms around her legs, still holding her bow in a loose grip, the only thing she'd managed to salvage. She nodded a little in agreement, unsure if anyone had even seen her.