For the dinner, Eleanor was mostly quiet. She realized that she probably overplayed her hand regarding Stefan with Mortimer, but alas, it was too late to take back her words now. She took a moment to silently remind herself that this part, taking part in the game, is now a matter of survival and faith. She takes a moment to look at the hunters and her soon-to-be allies.
Her gaze lingers on her allies for a moment. There is much that she needs to tell them so that they can truly understand the horrific situation they're in. But, she knows that doing so immediately in front of these hunters is not the best idea. So, she decided to wait for them to approach her and ask. After all, she's certain that her verbal sparring with Mortimer would have tipped them off that they know each other.
Unfortunately, nobody approached her. So, she is going to have to talk to them later. When dinner is finished and everyone retires, so does she.
The next morning arrives, and Eleanor prepares herself.
This is it...
She is marching to her death, all for the hope of saving her family...
She opens the door of her room to reveal the dense forest instead of the hall. As comfortable as she is with nature along with civilization, it is still jarring to see the bedroom jump right into the forest like this.
She spots Mortimer standing by the fallen oak tree, and she realizes what that means. Upon seeing him, she doesn't approach him...yet. She waits for the rest of her companions to arrive before she fully approaches him.
She is going to make sure that whatever he has to offer goes for all of the 'prey', not only for one.
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