She ran away from the gathering and into the dark, foggy woods while wearing a thorny gown. She was breathing so heavily that her sweat was running down her brow.

To ponder someone so foolish as to enter the woods at this hour, possibly putting herself in danger.

She was relieved to see a silhouette that resembled someone she believed to be a person.

It appears like the wind has ceased and the mist has grown thicker under the influence of an intimidating atmosphere.