The rabbit meat had been the last thing on her mind.  When Dalious mentioned it, she looked to the blackened rabbit when he took from the fire.  Her eyes stayed on him, following him as he moved, though she remained silent.  Her appetite was gone, too.  Sybil felt sick to her stomach as she looked at all the corpses surrounding them.  Knowing that she'd been the one to do that made her body shake and she barely felt she could stand.  Loosing the strength in her hand, horrified at what she'd done, she almost collapsed to the ground.  At the last minute she managed to catch herself by holding on to the horse.  The animal allowed her to do so without bucking and it even looked like he was trying to help her.

Listening to his suggestion, she found it difficult to imagine leaving.  It was hard for her to adjust to this new reality where her mother was dead and she was a fugitive—a murderer.  With no other options and no other idea of what to do, the girl nodded her head.  “Okay,” she agreed, her voice dry.  At least Dalious had a plan which was more than she could say for herself.  And she had to admit, having lived on the outskirts of Arthenway her entire life, she was interested in going a place where the malignant weren't considered the enemy.

Not realizing how parched she was until he offered her a drink, Sybil took the canteen from him and gulped it down, water dribbling from her chin.  She wiped it away with the back of her hand and said, “Thank you.”  

They traveled towards the east, putting as much distance as they could between them and the clearing.  Sybil rode atop the horse that had taken a liking to her and she to it.  Not knowing how to refer to the horse, she took to calling him Altair; he didn't seem to mind his new name.  Getting as close to the east port as they possibly could through the maze of the forest, they eventually had to stop and build another camp.  It was easier this time as rather than waiting for him to start a fire, Sybil immediately made one for the both of them.  Curling up beside it for warmth, she fell asleep using her arm as a pillow.

It was a restless, fitful sleep filled with horrific nightmares and the girl woke up hours later to the rising son covered in a cold sweat.  Stretching with her arms over her head, she frowned when she felt the leaves stuck in her blonde hair.  With a frown she reached back to pluck them out, removing a couple of twigs that had found its way in there as well.  

Looking over at Dalious, she watched him sleep for a moment before her impatience got the better of her.  Crawling over on her hands and knees towards him, she sat down in front of him before shoving him forcefully awake.  If she was up, he would be too, and they would take advantage of this time to proceed forward.  “Up!” she exclaimed.  “Up, up!”