Nisha didn't know if it was instinct or delirious dreaming, but something had begun to make her skin crawl, and not from the cold. She didn't feel like she was alone anymore, and wasn't sure whether to be relieved or terrified by that thought. The primal part of her, the pure animal instinct, told her to get up, to run, and to get away as quickly as she possibly could. The higher part of her mind, the more logical and rational part, thought that was silly.
Even if she'd wanted to run, the pathetic creature that huddled beneath the shade of the rock was incapable of running anywhere. If there was danger, there was no way to avoid whatever was picking at her subconscious except to escape notice. Wearily she pulled herself into a tighter ball, shrinking down against the boulder to try to look ever smaller than she was. When she couldn't force her body to compact any farther she went still as she could, scarcely dared to even breathe.
Only moments ago Nisha had been ready to die, and now, at the very thought of danger, she struggled to stay alive. Why should she care if something was out there? Truthfully, deep down she was terrified to die. Would she go to hell? Gavin said there was no such thing as heaven. Even the thought of there being absolutely nothing after life frightened her.