Elyna turned back as he called, brow raised in mild surprise. He made his confession and a smile eased across her features, “it sounds like a good idea,” she admitted. He made a joke at her lover’s expense and she rolled her eyes instead of offering reproach. He sounded more considered, less jaded and she found the small spark of hope, blossoming into something stronger.
Malcolm going to be busy that evening and the next day it would be difficult for her to make arrangement. Still, she wanted to help. She pressed fingers to the bridge of her nose as she considered the options. “I would be glad to accompany you, and I think that it would be for the best if I accompanied you. Once I have more details of our next briefing, I’ll contact you, and I’ll request an audience with the Warden so that you can speak with him,” she offered
It was then that she nodded her head to the man, “I hope it goes well with your friend, I’ll contact you when I am able to give you an estimate of time. Good evening, Squire Rathaan,” another cautious smile before she turned and departed. Feet crunching over fresh fallen snow. The same powder that lined her shoulders and settled in her hair. She’d gone a few dozen steps before realising that her scarf was still wrapped around the branch of a tree. The Captain doubled back along the outskirts of the camp to retrieve it. It was wet with melted ice and she grimaced, stuffing it into her pocket instead of wrapping it around her neck. It was then that her stomach overruled any pretence of sense and she went in search of a hot meal.
Malcolm going to be busy that evening and the next day it would be difficult for her to make arrangement. Still, she wanted to help. She pressed fingers to the bridge of her nose as she considered the options. “I would be glad to accompany you, and I think that it would be for the best if I accompanied you. Once I have more details of our next briefing, I’ll contact you, and I’ll request an audience with the Warden so that you can speak with him,” she offered
It was then that she nodded her head to the man, “I hope it goes well with your friend, I’ll contact you when I am able to give you an estimate of time. Good evening, Squire Rathaan,” another cautious smile before she turned and departed. Feet crunching over fresh fallen snow. The same powder that lined her shoulders and settled in her hair. She’d gone a few dozen steps before realising that her scarf was still wrapped around the branch of a tree. The Captain doubled back along the outskirts of the camp to retrieve it. It was wet with melted ice and she grimaced, stuffing it into her pocket instead of wrapping it around her neck. It was then that her stomach overruled any pretence of sense and she went in search of a hot meal.
