"She could be gone, but I don't know. I've been tied to a goddamn tree for the past four days." The man grumbled in response. He thought about trying to sit up again, though he knew that it would be seen as a sign of weakness, or as a threat that he wasn't currently able to follow up on. Instead he just remained still on the bed, staring down the man. He was from a well-known clan of assassins, which instantly meant trouble. You hit one, and you pick a fight with them all. He really didn't need that kind of chaos riding on the back of his near death encounter. "I wouldn't go after her alone. She'll probably have a trap set for you long before you think you know where she's hiding."