Elaine searches her face, looking for- she's not sure what, but if she found it she'd know.
Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? she asks, holding out her hands to her. The sound is still an echoing whisper, at times sounding like its coming from the tree itself. I wish I could take you home, dear one.
A flock of ravens bursts from the tree above them, cawing as they go, and she looks up. There's a darkness to poor Marian's mind, and she isn't sure how to help, to make it better.