Hanuh tried her hardest.

She was, well, an obsessive type. Once she fixated on something, she found it hard to get it out of her mind. Right now, her focus was bent on her mission. To get her mission taken care of, she needed to pull through. Thus, the groggy, double visioned girl leaned on Lilly for support as they slowly staggered into town.

She rarely caught any of it. The sound of shoes on gravel pounded in her head in echoes. The smell of horse dung, bonfires, and the mine’s disgusting woes all was just too much. She felt all of her senses get pounded into. It was one giant mesh of terror until – suddenly –

They were in a building.

She could barely process the change in environment. It was, in reality, a tiny and quiet inn. The smell of candles, hearths, beer, and food would have been pleasant if the child was not overwhelmed. She barely saw through clouded eyes how Lilly checked in for rooms. With no sense of mistrust, the girl blindly followed the drow down the winding, oak hall. The floorboards creaking felt like an earthquake to the girl. She was sure she was blacking out here and there. Finally- finally- a bed.

She fell away from the thankfully reliable Lilly's hold. As soon as her head hit the straw mattress, she was out cold.