Listless.
Cassandra stumbles out of the woods as evening is coming on and manages to get to the porch before she collapses, her knees feeling weak and her head spinning. She puts her face in her hands and hauls herself to a sitting position, realizing for the first time how cold it is outside, but not feeling ready to get up again. So she sits shivering on the edge of the porch, leaning her head back against the railing, eyes closed, the arms wrapped around a post probably the only thing holding her up.