Meirin wished she could have known what was happening. It was all just too fast for her. First she threw Lyn, than she began to fall, than everything turned black. She didn't know what to make of it. If this was what death was like, it was awfully anti-climactic. Least of all since she never imagined her end would simply be falling into a river in Djarkel. Kind of disappointing. Whether Ssarak's arms was a better turn of events or not didn't really register in Meirin's mind.

Her head was throbbing, her arms felt like they were both on fire, and she was certain she was bleeding. Truthfully however she didn't strain her arms enough to actually tear them out, but they were pulled out of socket, which didn't make things feel any more comfortable for her. Not one to linger on weakness however, as Meirin struggled to move off of Ssarak, she put her shoulders back into position, with a sickening and unnatural crunching sound. Despite being somewhat ready for this, she still screamed out in pain, and even did the same with her other arm. This was, at best, a rudimentary solution to her problems however, and she would like to see a professional healer to ensure that she makes a full recovery. But that wasn't on her mind right now. All she could think about was the pain and trying not to make a mess of herself in front of Ssarak. Meirin couldn't even say anything that didn't come out as a pained whimper. All she could think about was a single phrase while leaning weakly against Ssarak's body. [i]"I'm so weak..."[/i]

Despite her thoughts, Meirin knew she had to get out of here. Once she gathered enough of her strength to stand steady she began to walk. She didn't really know where she was going, but she was starting to become more lucid, and knew that she was looking for some way out of the riverbed and back to the caravan. Her body was swaying and she was still staggering, but she was determined to get back to the caravan. She had something to say to Alaira, and it was this fury that fueled Meirin.