At the mention of the Mordecai, Erynies sighed inaudibly. So that's what they're called...
Her gaze fell onto the wound on Widlfire's shoulder. A small puncture wound, rather deep at that. Couldn't be a bird's talon, or claws that happened to hook on to him... a weapon then.
She nearly reached out a hand to heal it, but then stopped, knowing how exhausted she is. She saw a mage once, healing someone despite being exhausted, but she needs to be careful... lest she die casting a spell simply from being too tired already.
For a moment, her body felt tense as she finally realized what Wildfire had done.
More bodies in the woods...
And then came the question about the village. Instantly, Erynies perked up.
"I know where that is! I can take you there tomorrow, if you'd like..." A secluded village, and sanctuary for mages... yet those 'Mordecai' are here now. She wasn't sure if that place would be so safe now...
Then came the offer for her to come with them. Politely, the girl declined.
"I was planning on staying here for a while longer... But, you can come see me whenever you like." She smiled a genuine smile, a small, thin line forming on her lips, "Though it may be a little hard since I wander around a lot, too..." She then saw the bird walk up to them, lying down in front of them, joyfully cooing while uttering something along the lines of 'Peace and quiet'. She couldn't really make it out. Too much haze in her head. Too tired...
Erynies took of the pin suspending her bun, made to lie down, closing her eyes, and letting sweet sleep finally take over.
Well... sweet would be far from the truth.
A nightmare was what graced her while she was asleep, yet somehow she had a hard time waking up from it. Probably since she hasn't reached a point where you were to die, like how every other nightmares end.
Surrounded by a field of mangled, pulverized and destroyed bodies under a dark, almost blood red sky, she couldn't move. Some of them were reminiscent to her victims, others burnt or stabbed or crushed...
Suddenly, came a twitch from one of the bodies. And then more came. And more. And more.
Soon, the twitches evolved into movement, movement allowed them to stand, for their mouths to move, for their vocal chords to work. Then...
They wailed.
A dying wail so horrible it would scar the minds of anyone who saw it. Then they finally stood their full height, revealing their deformed, reanimated bodies.
Necrosis.
They all walked straight to her, the elf still unable to move. Their hands, with nails now looking more like small claws more than anything, reached out to her. The wails became louder and louder, to the point where it was deafening, she couldn't tell if they were coming from them or if they were coming from inside her head.
Pain shot up as she saw a sword get driven up against her abdomen. Claws began to pry their way into her open wound. More and more came. Everything became a blur of pain and red.
She opened her mouth to scream, and did in fact, succeed. She woke up, screaming, almost to the top of her lungs, matted in sweat, the sun already beginning to peek above the horizon.
(Glad to know Fia having a voice is working out for you XD)