[Valesse]

Using her marred shawl as a large bulky bandage, Valesseka bound the athelas salve to her arm where she would leave it over night, and probably longer. She was shivering more from nerves than the temperature but every once and a while her trembling would build up into a voiceless sob. Want to see the world! I'm greedy! I just wanted more... Valesseka wiped her face and winced. She needed to find some clean water to wash in soon; yesterday's mud was now some part gooey and the other part itching dust.

I just wanted to go somewhere. she sniffled. Just then she heard Éomeléo humming proudly and then joyfully bursting into song. Nothing else at this point could make Valesseka feel quite as bitter.

Noble -indeed-. He has everything he's ever wanted, pampered to the core, and so insensitive he can't seem to rise early enough to escort a lady through these nasty woods. Of course, the girl was forgetting her entire plot of waking early just to avoid him doing that very thing. Such a cad. So... two faced. He noticed her and grinned brightly, heading her direction with a hearty 'Hullo!'

"I see you had some spider issues, yourself" He beamed, giddy to bump into the Arnorian girl while he was still fresh from battle.

Grimly she took notice at the small splatters of goo which Éomeléo was sprayed with, compared to most of her current outfit. "Yes..." Valesseka replied, somewhat through her teeth. Once more she invited him to stay and eat with her where the two talked, mostly about their lives previous, as Valesseka unconciously built new reasons to hate her competition. Probably only had to battle a tiny spider compared to that monster that attacked me.

About when Éomeléo was settling in to sleep something caught Valesseka's eye. On his strap there was a funny sort of patching... as if he repaired it himself.