Maén had watched Ferethor wander into camp wounded, she said nothing but her eyes followed him across the camp. She had not taken the liberty to sleep for the few hours in which they were waiting. Her arms folded, Maén surveyed the members in the camp, and Crystal who had gone to Ferethor to help him. A new matter was posed in her mind, where was Atharen and Roryn?
Her attention turned from the injured one, to Carathir. He had a strange look across his face, it was a smile. She hardly lingered on it, supposing that he was happy that Ferethor was found.
“What are you thinking Miss?” came the voice of Idruil who was seated upon a log near her. She snapped her head around and stared at him for a moment.
“Im thinking that our ranger friends should come in a while, I t would be a shame to have their loss as well as Del. It is a hard truth that we cannot stop to give him a proper burial. He fell behind, the bandits will see to him. Is all im thinking.”
“Grievous thoughts for a lady as you ma’am.” He replied and went back to his own devices.
“Indeed, but they are mine all the same.” Maén once again looked over at Crystal who was sitting beside Ferethor. “I see you have resolved your differences.” She observed. “You are a good woman Crystal, I wont deny that.” Crystal nodded.
Maén once again rolled up the sleeves of her tunic and removed her cloak and sat on the ground opposite them. She at once caught Crystal’s eyes searching her arm where her dreaded scar was. She moved her arm away from sight. “What happened to you?” she asked.
“You want to know?” Maén said gravely, Crystal nodded. “It is Guriel who caused this. When I was a girl I went into my father’s study when he was not there and he caught me looking through the very documents that I have in my possession now. I was knocked into his fire place.” She went on to tell more but stopped herself. “Satisfied?”
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