Cara stumbled, as she is jabbed, shooting Ewan a glare. "No. He walks. But he never hungers, and he never tires, and he never fears." She said, cryptically. She sauntered over towards Ewan before sending a sweeping strike, aimed at his legs, at him. It was slow and sluggish and tired. She seemed tired, deathly so, as if she was about to collapse.
Regardless of whether she hit Ewan or not, she'd pull the thing back to her side, clutching it in her hands as if it was some measure of comfort. "I dunno when he'll get here. M-maybe a day. If we're really lucky...but it'll probably be a lot lot lot longer." She said, being quite vague.