[VanimaEdhel]

Izrênna passed the evening quietly. She did not speak and neither did Deorlin. She could almost feel his brain working, developing the plan he seemed to be concocting. While she feared what this new plan would entail, for it would probably be risky and they would get in an enormous amount of trouble for what he would plan, she also desperately desired to know this new plan.

Later, as the moon rose in the sky, Izrênna began preparing a small meal of what little provisions she had. She went over to change the bandages again. In the firelight, at least, Deorlin's wounds seemed to maybe look a little better. She grew hopeful that he would quickly return to health. She knew that her face clearly showed her relief.

"Do you think that your body could handle food?" Izrênna asked Deorlin.

"Probably," he answered.

"Well, no matter what you think, you are going to try. You need nutrition." Izrênna said, going over to the fire. She gave Deorlin some food, then fetched some for herself. She sat a few feet away from Deorlin, eating quietly. He ate silently too. After they were done, Izrênna put out her bedding.

"I can take a watch tonight," Deorlin said.

"No," Izrênna said, "You should rest. You will need your strength for tomorrow, whatever the day may bring."

Izrênna sat, her hand by her bow, in case a foe should approach. She could hear that Deorlin, however, was still awake where he lay.

The night passed slowly, or so it seemed to the tiny woman...