The fairies are fickle and leave.

The fairies quickly grow bored of their antics, and realizing she's not likely to encounter another person in the middle of the forest at night, leave in search of something fun to do.

Hilda spends the rest of the night trying to stay warm.

Why did this night have to be so darn cold?

She occasionally doses off from time to time, but she's far too nervous about her surroundings to get any proper sleep.

Dawn eventually comes, and she staggers up in just her bra and panties, nipples erect in the chilly air, ready to renew the search for her sword.

She eventually finds it dangling in a tree about 10 feet off the ground.

I could try to shake it loose... no standing under a very sharp object that can easily chop a person in half is a terrible idea. The only way I'm going to get it back is by climbing up there.

The half-naked woman lets out a sigh and begins her ascent.