panel 1: It is night time, deep in a shadowy woods. Maeve, shrouded in a large white cloth walks with some difficulty beside her husband. He is carrying a large back pack, guiding his wife with one hand, and cradling an infant in the other. "After I was awakened I was lost in a sort of shadow. Unreachable.."

panel 2: Maeve cannot stop shivering, she holds her hands close to her face mumbling to no one in indistinct words. Fendrel touches her shoulder, "Stay with me Maevelynn"

panel 3: "we were forced into hiding with no charity. no sympathy. " Fendrel has made a camp in a rocky outcrop. Maeve sits off alone, mumbling to herself. The swaddled baby resting upon her lap. Fendrel is pulling things from his herbalist box.

panel 4: He goes to her with a warm cup of his own brew. "Please drink this dearest" he says tenderly. Maeve stares ahead, her hands limply on her lap, hardly noticing him or the baby she holds. She is still mumbling to herself. 
"Your father tried to help me.."