'I will hold them off!'
She scowls, not wanting to obey. Wanting to stay and fight by his side, facing this threat together. Torn with indecision by her heart and duty to him. Her eyes look over the battlefield at the wargs and the shadowy figure that stare with determination at Fiontann. They are only interested in him, Fiontanns tale explaining why. She sizes them, looking for weakness. But they are outnumbered, outmatched and there is no other way. No matter how many times she looks at the situation. She looks towards their own group.They all stand there in denial, shouting towards him and refusing to move. Tearing her eyes away and yelling at him, she hardens herself and prepares for what she is about to do.
'Damn you! You better return from this! You hear me!'
'Go! Leave Now!'
His words drive her forward, herding the others. They move little at first, as stubborn and loyal as he is but she continues pushing. They relent and move, each angry and upset but they listen. Each footstep forward breaking her heart further and her controlled mask of emotions tightens. Mynna's words, a verbal slap and words fall to her lips to respond. Of course she cares, she wants to run back to him, drag him with them and fight!
But she says none of them, swallows them and her tears. The words she wants to say threatening her sudden fragile control over herself. So she speaks of duty and orders, of believing in him and pushes them forward once more. But the words haunt her steps and mind and then they hear the horrid sounds and howls of the wargs feasting. The tearing, ripping, bloody sounds cause her to stop. She is unable to breathe and her mind throws her cruel images, mocks her and send accusations.
You left him behind! You left him to die! He is dead! ripped to pieces because of you! Heartless, cruel bitch!
But this is the decision she has made and she cannot turn back now, no matter the regret or pain. She does not speak but to continue to tell them to move as she does so herself like a ghost.
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They reach the camp, after having lost and refound Cisel when her horse bolted in Fornost. Their wounds are treated and they rest or at least attempt to. Rothrian attempts to check over people but her heart is not in it, as they can probably tell. Numb, she attempts to sleep but as she closes her eyes, his face haunts her and sleep eludes her. She stares vacantly at the sky, Minas words and her own thoughts hound her mind. She eventually drags herself to the campfire. Offering comfort to Sarriya, the lass falls asleep in her lap. That someone accepts it comforts her, even when her mind tells her she does not deserve it. She spouts words of believing he will return, grabbing on to them herself to ease her guilt and pain in her heart. Her voice hoarse from shouting after Cisel and then attempting to find her. She does not sleep but stares into the fire till dawn breaks, her face pale and drawn.
