Molly had hated her uselessness when the trap had been sprung. And Scott was far better at handling the one injury from it. Molly had no clue how the herblore she knew would interact with an alien system. About 75 percent of what she knew was applicable to both human and elf. But the other 25 percent had possible fatal consequences. When in doubt, don't.
So she had taken to the trees, like May. But while Molly had flawless balance and the reflexes and flexability of an acrobat, May far outstripped her in stanima, strength and the ability to leap much further than Molly ever could.
Once again she felt useless.
She was also tired. The energy she gave Scott, and now she was so thankful she had, had made it seem like she'd been hiking longer than she had.
She had volunteered for first watch because once she slept, she wasn't going to be very good until they were up and moving again. She was too pooped to even pull the 'you don't see me' glamorie over her.
She did some long stretches in her tree perch, to keep her muscles from cramping after all day of pushing them. Her senses were alert, and she kept her eyes and ears pen. Once the stretches were done she pushed for range of motion. Laying belly down on the limb she archerd her back, pulling her legs up, over her own body. The stretch of muscle burned, but it was a good burn. She strained as she bent her knees, forming a C shape with her chest pressed to the limb, her toes pointed to her head.
Holding the pose for a few moments she began another series of acrobatic stretches and contortionist movements, working muscles not used during the hike. The movements keeping her awake and alert.
Below Sam and Scott were speaking. She could see the lights on the metal disk sitting on the Doctor's wound. The blue lights traced counterclockwise and a green glow eminated from beneath it.
The man hadn't been kidding. He was not breathing. He lay still as death, and had even taken on a bluish grey tinge before the dark had descended.
Hey, if he was going to get frosty maybe they could pile their water around him and have it nice and cold in the morning. She gave herself a mental slap for that line of thought.
[Molly] Little girl lost
So she had taken to the trees, like May. But while Molly had flawless balance and the reflexes and flexability of an acrobat, May far outstripped her in stanima, strength and the ability to leap much further than Molly ever could.
Once again she felt useless.
She was also tired. The energy she gave Scott, and now she was so thankful she had, had made it seem like she'd been hiking longer than she had.
She had volunteered for first watch because once she slept, she wasn't going to be very good until they were up and moving again. She was too pooped to even pull the 'you don't see me' glamorie over her.
She did some long stretches in her tree perch, to keep her muscles from cramping after all day of pushing them. Her senses were alert, and she kept her eyes and ears pen. Once the stretches were done she pushed for range of motion. Laying belly down on the limb she archerd her back, pulling her legs up, over her own body. The stretch of muscle burned, but it was a good burn. She strained as she bent her knees, forming a C shape with her chest pressed to the limb, her toes pointed to her head.
Holding the pose for a few moments she began another series of acrobatic stretches and contortionist movements, working muscles not used during the hike. The movements keeping her awake and alert.
Below Sam and Scott were speaking. She could see the lights on the metal disk sitting on the Doctor's wound. The blue lights traced counterclockwise and a green glow eminated from beneath it.
The man hadn't been kidding. He was not breathing. He lay still as death, and had even taken on a bluish grey tinge before the dark had descended.
Hey, if he was going to get frosty maybe they could pile their water around him and have it nice and cold in the morning. She gave herself a mental slap for that line of thought.