Caroline came to a couple minutes later, vaguely aware that she was holding something, and that somebody was talking to her. Hazily, her mother's lessons returned to her and she closed her eyes, or at least tried to. Breathing softly she opened a door in her mind, instantly coming awake as the part of her brain she had partitioned away, a skill passed down exclusively within the McArthur family, helped her bring her out of her daze. Closing the door again, she turned her attention outward. "Oh good, you're awake." Said her mother, sitting next to her. "I'm sure you know this, but don't try to move. It took four healers just to keep you from bleeding out." Caroline looked down at herself, her leather armor covered in blood, and the bow she still held. "You've had a deathgrip on that thing the whole time." Elizabeth mentioned, shaking her head. "I'd love to know where it came from, but that can wait. I have to take care of a couple things." She stood up, picking up the one of the strange enemy weapons from it's resting place next to her. She had convinced the queen to let her hang onto it and try to figure out how it worked when she got the chance. "Gwen!" She called, searching for the girl. Finding her, she said "Would you mind keeping my daughter company? I have some things I need to do, and I don't want her getting up and hurting herself again." Disgruntled, Caroline tried to bury herself deeper into the mat she was lying on.
