Airinthia was wondering the woods as well, not knowing if anyone else was still alive. Before the battle, the mood had been optimistic. The plan seemed to be a strong one. Yet, something had gone horribly wrong. There had been far too many darkspawn. What had happened? Everything had fallen apart so quickly. All along the battle lines, fellow warriors and mages were falling under the advancing darkspawn horde. Was there anyone else still alive? There didn't seem to be anything within the woods that stirred.
She'd all but given up hope, wondering again why Irving had insisted that she come to help. He'd seemed so confident in her, saying that she would make a difference. Somehow, she didn't see what difference she'd made, and self doubt began to plague her. She'd let everyone down, and it had only been due to her connection to the Fade, existing in both the Fade and reality at the same time that had saved her. Now, she was all alone. Or so it seemed, until a voice calling out interrupted her thoughts. Glancing up, hood still worn over her head, she gazed at the lone figure. A Grey Warden. She'd not seen any others, was it possible that more were still alive?
"Be at ease, Grey Warden," she said. "I'm Airinthia, Mage of the Circle." Reaching up to lower the hood, she withdrew a flask of water, and a small pouch of rations. "I have food and water, if you have need of them."