I am, Elaine says. She thinks she sees that the mist from the wood is closing in, so she pushes outward to keep it at bay. You will have your happily ever after, Maid Marian, I promise you that. Have hope. She presses her forehead to Marian's, and tries, really tries, to give Marian a strong enough feeling of hope that will help to carry her through until the search parties can get a lead. Even a glimmer to try to brighten her day would be enough.