She was cold. That was becoming more of an issue, an all consuming knowledge. Being sure there were not people still following her became less and less of a concern. She was cold and it was only going to get colder as the night went on. Her boots could have kept her warm, had she been on a horse, but they'd gotten wet at some point and now her toes were becoming numb. Her cloak was well made, but under it was nothing but a light gown worn inside. She had been all but ripped from her reading by the fire onto this long escape. The strawberry blonde woman paused and listened in the woods. All she could hear was her own panting breath. She held it for a moment. The hooting of an owl, the wind, and nothing more. She let out her breath. Leaning against a tree she considered her options. She'd need to sun to figure out which direction to go, to be able to find the road again. Dare she go back to the road? She couldn't think and she realized that if there was no one following her then perhaps she should stop. If only she could be warm. The young woman knew that if there was light she'd be able to see her breath. She crouched down and the felt the dirt under her. It was frosty. It was a cold night indeed. Maybe if she rested for just a moment against the tree she'd catch a second wind. Find small hill she could see from even. Something! Princess Wren Eartha of Palisia feel asleep in the icy woods, still smelling of smoke and fear.