Menelduliniel prepared herself to set off again, her wounds feeling much better.
"When do we move out?" Meneli asked everyone, impatiently.
Estelarion, on the other hand, was quietly sitting by a tree, nursing his injury, still a bit dazed.
"Meneli: we may want to rest here a bit," he said.
She saw him and went over to him.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot...I am sorry," She embraced him, but he flinched and moved away, still in pain.
"This pain is my doing," Meneli said, guiltily.
"No, no it's not...I should have seen...I should have paid closer attention...I should not have let you run off at all...I shouldn't have argued with you...it was my fault Meneli, not yours." Estelarion held Meneli's hand as he said this.
Menelduliniel looked into his eyes and seemed satisfied, "If it is what you say, Estel, it must be true."
She quietly busied herself, getting her packs ready...
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