Feeling a bit drained, Bethany takes a few deep, heavy breathes, contemplating her situation and the unrealness of the moment- a moment that at the same time also feels familiar as well for some reason.

Bethany stares at the crone and also through her. The sounds of wolves are not too far off. Without saying a word, and as if to say "I'm very much done here, in this place, and with you", Bethany makes a run for it, knowing somehow that it made not a lick of difference how far she ran, the Crone would not be so easily evaded.