A dark haired woman, feverish from her battle, walked slowly up a path towards the nearest village. She had been attacked by bandits, whom had sprung onto her in her sleep in the middle of the forest. While she had on her armor and had been battle ready, they had nearly taken her life. If it hadn't been for Ida.... sending out her fire... No, she can't think of the possibility of death. Not until she had the heads of the men whom had scorned her father. Even so, with the death of the bandits and Ida gone, her body was weak. The fever that always came after Ida fought for her came on strong this time... and it seemed to be progressively worse. The medicine she needed was gone, used up as she had planned to purchase more when she got to this village. 
A cold sweat chilled her in the night air, Ida in her mind spoke words of anger, pushing her forward to safety but didn't dare possess her once more; fearing it would be too taxing on the weak Ronins form. And struggle the dark haired woman did. She could see the village over the rise, but it was still too far. She saw, up ahead, a woman resting beneath a tree... and it was all she caught a glimpse of before collapsing. Her armor making loud, clanking noises as she fell to the ground.