She tries drawing emotions from herself. Shes annoyed, so maybe?

They grow taut but give no signs of weakness or breaking.

Nope. No luck there. This had been the Nevernever once. There had to be something left untouched by Machina's influence, surely.

She tries hard to find whatevers left. She needs to get that arrow back.

Well it was worth a shot. She kept struggling against them.

There was a pulse of life, somewhere deep below. A lone tree, poisoned and dying, but still clinging to life. Its branches were slowly turning to metal, but the roots, and the heart of the tree, were not yet corrupted. It stirred to my presence, a tiny piece of the Nevernever in the void of nothingness. But before she could do anything, shuffling footsteps could be heard

She makes sure to remember the tree exists, but stops.

Still no luck. And someone was approaching.

She stops struggling for now.

The light in the tunnel had gone out, leaving them in pitch blackness. There were creatures moving toward them, surrounding them. Something patted their arms, but then the low babble of familiar voices was audible.

A yellowish beam clicked on in the darkness: a flashlight. It illuminated the curious, wrinkled faces of a half-dozen pack rats, blinking in the sudden light.

Isiea looks for who had turned on the light.