With Cade's foot pressing her into the ground, she can still hear that familiar noise of a sword being unsheathed. When what it is registers with her, she suddenly stops screaming. Beleth goes silent and still--she's still crying, shaking in both pain and in tears, but she can manage to gather enough of herself to refuse to die like a shrieking fawn. She closes her eyes (which makes her feel better but is really unnecessary, as her face is currently being ground in the snow), and waits.

Then there's the deafening clang of metal slamming against metal, and Cade's weight is gone.

She has enough sense to open her eyes and turn to see Alistair and Cade facing off, but that's her limit. She knows that she ought to do something, and later on, she'll kick herself for not doing anything actually useful. Not being brave, being scared but doing the hard things anyway. But with inevitable death taken off the table, the fear and burning pain rise up to cloud any thoughts.

The option that she goes with, in the end, is curling up into a ball, hands over her head, and resuming sobbing. Her only pauses are to either hyperventilate and struggle to catch her breath, or to cough out the snow and dirt that had gotten lodged in her mouth when she'd decided to scream while having her head shoved into the ground. Sorry, Alistair.