Alena yawned, her eyes struggling to stay open. "I will try, Erika..." She mumbled, though she wasn't sure she could actually kill her, but she would try, if it came to it. Would she do the same to herself? She never wanted to go back to that place, didn't want to be forced to work the forges anymore, going back would be a death sentence anyways.

How long would they hunt for two slave girls? Surely not forever, they could be replaced, given up for dead. Who would think they could survive out here? Alena wasn't even sure they could. The damp earth around her was comforting, perhaps they wouldn't be able to find them, the rain hiding their trail. "Just a little rest, then you can wake me..." The words were practically slurred, she could no longer open her eyes. It was seconds before she was asleep, breathing softly, curled up under the tree roots, her legs pulled to her chest for warmth.