The big, black leader of the group signaled another halt, this time by the banks of a stream. Kimberley closed her eyes, sank to her knees and then slowly toppled over onto her side. Hands were on her body again, as they had been at every halt, but this time they didn’t stop her from slipping into an uncomfortable sleep. When a thumb began probing between her lips and then into her mouth she barely even noticed, and didn’t try to bite, as she had earlier.
He was a bit disappointed at elf-girl’s lack of response. It wasn’t as enjoyable handling them if they just laid there motionless. He supposed she really could be as tired as she seemed, and not faking it in an attempt to gain some small sympathy or mercy. They did that sometimes, but it had been a long and grueling chase to run her down
