Evanna could still hear the faceless' frustrated screeches and talking to one another. It urged her to push up from her hands and knees and stumble forwards. She swayed, her legs unsteady as she tried to regain her balance; her hand went to her eyes, covering them from how much the trees were spinning around her. She calmed her breathing and let her heart settle before removing her hand from her face. With a sigh, she picked up her swords and sheathed them once more, finding the burden of holding them too heavy to grip onto now.
