[ not a moment too soon; a heartbeat later, and aislin would have surely lost her leg and perhaps some other limbs to the insect-like creature attacking her. her lantern is undamaged, at least, but clarke can see through the eyeholes of her mask that there's a gash along her shin, sliced up through her clothes — something she'll have to treat later, when this madness dies down. if it dies down, that is, before they have to dispatch every last forest spirit on the rampage.

in the meantime aislin does as she orders her to, opening her mouth and letting out a scream of terror that's fairly convincing, and clarke nods and again mutters under her breath: ] Can you walk? If you can stand on it, get going as fast as you're able — I'll be right behind you until you get to the Invincible and get inside, to make sure they're not following you.

[ then, to make it convincing again — she growls, and the sound that comes out in her glamoured state is a feral, gutteral thing that sounds rather frightening regardless of what she's intended. ] Now run!