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The day had been long for Freyn, longer for the need for attention that many injured in their Company had. Freyn's supply of blams, bandages, and poultices was being well used, and he wondered quietly how long he would have before they ran out. He was still idly throwing this though about in his mind, when his name was called to jolt him out of his daydreaming.
"Freyn, take charge of this woman. Bind her in tight cords and give no heed to what she says. After we return to the ship, we will speak further on this matter."
Freyn saw the distraught look on Alhaseey's face, and the anger the brewed not far under it. He bit his lip a moment, as he slowly stood, looking calmly at her. He began a small mutter of appeal for the woman to come with him, but it ended in his throat when he watched her expression again.
Freyn nodded at Luindal mutely, taking the woman by one shoulder and leading her to where he could safely restrain her. All the way the woman voiced protests, and Freyn paid no heed to them. All the while, he was pondering on what words could calm the situation, at least for Alhaseey.
Carefully, though tightly he bound her, and kneeling before her, began awkwardly:
"I have not much advice to give, save this. Luindal is fair in his judgement, and I have seen little to the contrary. I would wait for the chance to prove your innocence. Arguing may simply be digging a greater hole for yourself..."
Freyn looked at her cautiously, wondering what her reaction would be. He knew what was wisdom in this situation, but he had yet to learn how to best put that forward.
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