She does not!

Avoid Notice (Stealth) vs. Perception DC 12. 1d20+4=8.
A point of order: I'm not writing out all the dice rolls involved in combat, etc., you'll just have to trust me on those.

Gilia creeps closer to the clearing. She can see them now: six little goblins, green-skinned and ugly, with their huge heads, red eyes, sharp teeth, and crude leathers. She can make out what they're saying now, too.

"...but how we make her stay in the net when we have her in it?? Huh? Huh? She water! What then??"

"Stupid! She not water she just like water. Nets work as good for her as any other longshanks!"

Gilia frowns, creeping closer, crossbow held tight. It almost sounds like they're planning to...kidnap someone? Just as she tries to get closer, though, her foot slips on some loose scree and sends it slithering away down a slope with a rasp. Two of the goblins glance her way.

"What that?" One of them asks suspiciously. It peers toward her through the undergrowth. Then its eyes widen and it shrieks! "Ah! Longshanks! Get 'er!!" Yanking a bow off its back, it looses an arrow toward Gilia and catches her in the thigh! Gilia shrieks and goes pale as the arrow strikes her. What the fuck! Why does adventuring have to hurt so much?!

"Where she at?!" the other goblin exclaims. It peers into the bushes, then cackles. "I see her! I got her!!" It comes racing toward her, dashing through the bushes to grin up at her with its big, toothy grin. "Hey, red longshanks! Don't run away now, we got nice plans for you!"

"HELP!" Gilia shrieks, and does what comes naturally - she fires the crossbow. She staggers back as she does so, though, and the bolt goes wide. Desperately, she kicks at the goblin, and manages to catch it in the chin with a lucky blow. It staggers back, reeling and clutching at its mouth. "Ma teefs!"

Gilia doesn't stay to find out what it does next, she just bolts back toward Hal and the others. She can already hear them, though, leaping into the clearing to do battle with the rest of the goblins. From the corner of her eye, she sees Hal's sword flash, and Turuk descending through the trees. There's a flash of light that must be Jamir, and the twang of a crossbow from the direction Bodill was sent in. The goblins are all shrieking, now, but Gilia just plunges blindly away.

Another arrow zips through the bushes around her, grazing her shoulders, and Gilia yelps. She hears a patter of feet and a goblin emerges from the undergrowth next to her, grinning maliciously. "Got you now!"

The one she'd kicked comes flying out of the brush behind her and darts around her back. "Here, little devil girl!" It grabs onto her, and Gilia yelps as it seizes her tail. "Stop running!" It tries to pull her to the ground, but Gilia whirls and punches it in the jaw instead. Years of dealing with overly handsy patrons pay off, and the goblin collapses with a grunt, out cold. She runs back toward the clearing.

"Hal! Turuk! Help me!" she cries as she flees.

The remaining goblin starts to run after her. Then she emerges into the clearing and both she and it see that the other goblins have been slain by the three adventurers. The goblin gives a squeal and darts back into the woods, vanishing from sight, and Gilia collapses, clutching at the arrow in her thigh and panting.

"Turuk," Hal says sharply, and the strix nods and leaps into the air, flying after the fleeing goblin. The gnome comes over to Gilia, wiping his blade off and smiling slightly ironically. "Well. Congratulations, Gilia! You've survived your first battle."

Gilia lets out a sob, then begins to laugh hysterically. "Oh, gods! I never thought it would feel like this! Agh!" She whimpers as she looks down at her leg. "Will I...will I ever walk again?"

"What?" Hal frowns. "Don't be ridiculous. Of course you will. That's not very deep, and anyway, magic is something we have plenty of. Bodill can treat that now, and later Turuk can call on his people's spirits to close the wound. If it's even necessary."

"O-Oh." Gilia glances down at her wound uncertainly. "O-Ok, then..."

As her breathing steadies, Gilia realizes that Hal is right - the wound actually isn't very deep, though the pain of it panicked her at first. Bodill attends to it, carefully managing to get the arrow out of her in one piece, and bandages the wound in a trice, their hands deft and practiced. It makes the whole thing feel a little silly - it was really just a scratch - but then, it was her first battle.

"Here you go, Gilia," Hal says as he passes by her again. He presses some coins into her hand.

"What's this?" she asks, uncomprehending.

"Your share of the spoils," he says with a laugh. "Goblins had a surprising amount of cash on them...they'd probably robbed someone not long ago."

Gilia looks down at the coins and yelps. It's a small fistful of silver - nearly 20 pieces, which is an incredible amount, for her. Suddenly the pain of the battle seems worth it.

"Better rates than slinging drinks and sucking cock?" Jamir asks dryly. Gilia rolls her eyes at him.

"Much," she says, pocketing the cash. Let him mock. This is why she wanted to be an adventurer - high risk, high reward.

"Less fun, though, I imagine," he says with a snort.

Before she can reply, Turuk flies in from above the trees. His hands are bloodied, and he grins ferally. "Got the last one," he says curtly.

"Good," Bodill grunts. "Now if only we knew what they'd been up to."

"That's the problem with working so fast," Hal muses. "Not many left to tell the tale..."

"Oh!" Gilia sits up. "One of the ones who came after me - I think he's just ****! Back that way a little distance." She points.

"Really? Interesting. C'mon, Bodill, let's take a look." Hal stalks off into the bushes, with the dwarf trailing along behind him.