She had no idea how long she lay there, paralyzed by fear until her heart rate finally slowed and awareness of the present seeped back in, but it was fully dark when she finally sat up, relaxing her clenched and aching muscles. She took several deep, cleansing breaths and shakily got to her feet, shivering as the chill of the evening air made itself known through the temperature charms imbued into her clothing. She looked around, attempting to get her bearings, but she had no idea how far she had run. The full moon offered a little illumination, but not much as she began picking her way back in the direction she thought the Manor might be. She conjured a small ball of light, one of the first things she’d learned to do non-verbal and wandless, and had it drift a metre ahead of her to illuminate the ground. 