Even her dreams could bring solice, being filled as they were with not just recent horrors, but their duplicate memories from days long past. It was the worst of all déjà vu's, a torment inescapable. SLAYER's attentions were not kind, and her spirit quavered when he laughed. Cre-chi had struggled in his bonds to break free and help his sister, but came no closer to escape. Then SLAYER stuck him savagely in the head, and his efforts ceased.
But night had fallen at last, and SLAYER had at last been satisfied, rolling over into a deep slumber. In her distress and emotional suffering, weariness took her as well. Now, she had awoken before he, and wished to go. Acytuib was nowhere to be seen, but from the darkened corner where Cre-chi lay, she caught the glint of eyes half-lidded.
Silently creeping to her brother, she tore the filthy gag from his mouth. He made no sound but nodded in thanks. He was an elven hunter, and knew their escape hinged upon their secrecy. Thanks could wait until they were far away from this menace. With a cold stare over her shoulder, they retreated into Deep Shadow. A more watchful pair of eyes than they suspected observed their flight into the darkness. When the elves were gone long enough, the eyes' owner set off in casual pursuit.