When was it that she had fallen onto the forest floor? ...Groggily, Aeylisia blinked her eyes several times, aware that she lay partially on her back and partially twisted onto one side, one cheek pressed into the Forest floor, her hair spilling over her face and fluttering in the exhalation of her breath. Pain suddenly throbbed in her head and along her right calf, her thoughts struggling to catch up with her position. As it was, she didn't immediately recognize that someone was speaking to her until she registered movement out of the corner of her eye. Then her body instinctively stiffened, her mind quickly running over the events of the last few minutes, and she realized that the voice speaking belonged to the human male, Looking up through her hair to see his face tight with an emotion she couldn't quite place a word to.

Was she all right. That was the first question that clicked into place. Her body immediately protested that, no, she was not all right. Her calf Felt as if it had been torn into ribbons, her head throbbed with each pulse of her heart where it had collided with the ground, and fatigue gripped her body from the strength and magic she had called on that day. But she found herself stubbornly refusing to admit her weakness, even now with the blood staining her skirts. Fighting to keep the groan in her chest as she pushed herself up onto one of her elbows, Aeylisia pulled The curls back from where they had fallen over her face, clicking her tongue with annoyance as they caught in the intricate circlet still woven within the tresses.

"No, I'm not dead," she found herself growling, her tiredness, the pain in her leg and head making her feel particularly waspish. "Is the beast dead though?" She then thought to ask, casting her gaze quickly towards the crumpled feline figure and scrutinizing the splayed limbs for any sign of movement.