Lindice woke several hours later, turning over with a groan. She shuffled onto her hands and knees, rubbing the back of her neck and sitting on her heels. Remembering what had happened she looked around quickly. He was gone and she was alive still. Her shoulders slumped in dissappointment. Finding him again would be near impossible this time. She began to get to her feet but her whole body ached. Her shoulder was sore, her head felt like it was wanting to explode and her throat felt bruised. She coughed and rubbed her face with both hands. Hesitating she felt the line on her cheek and frowned. She looked around for her dagger, bringing it up use it as a mirror and sure enough there was the thing cut on her cheek. She tried to remember how she'd gotten it. He'd never drawn a weapon on her and she hadn't hurt herself. "When... " she sighed. He must have made the mark after he'd knocked her senseless. Fair trade, she thought. She'd cut his ankle, he'd cut her cheek. Both had already left their mark on eachother. Why had he left her alive though? Finally she got to her feet and gathered her things, including the tomatoe soaked cloth, frowning at the hole she herself had made through it thinking she'd gotten him.