Aeruthuil sat down in front of the fire, the ground soggy. As he glances over towards one of the men tending to another he sighs before muttering to himself, ''At least Brandant returned, fairly in one piece. Physically at least..'' Something which was surprising to him, after all not many had returned from the Moors. Brandant probably counted himself lucky, as he was amongst few of them.. But it had been nice to see some old faces coming home.
''Old faces..''
Aeruthuil raises his brows before turning them in to a frown. He had seen Brynleigh again when he had briefly visited Dryn for what he believed was the lad's birthday or a way to figure out what Dryn had been up to.., along with Kristophor, a few strangers he did not know and the girl Amanda.
The blonde woman always had been rather kind to him and in return he had been as respectful to her as humanly possible. Not only for the sake of Tothrandir, but she genuinly seemed to be sweet to many around her. A worried expression on her face had never been surprising, she often had worried for many before.. ''No no..'' Aeruthuil shakes his head. It hadn't been a look of worry, it did not look like one. It was, fear perhaps.. Or, sorrow.. Either the way the smile of the woman had been cold and empty, and even her husband Conrob seemed to have followed suit with this slightly off behaviour.
He most likely shouldn't worry about this, they wouldn't want him to involve himself in their personal issues anyways.
With another sigh Aeruthuil looks away, standing up as he did so. Hopefully Raedda would visit once more. Her last staying was short, but he could not help but already miss her more than he had ever thought he would. Her silence always spoke volumes, but her eyes..-Her eyes were easily the ones to scream at him, words, sentences, emotions. He did not know the meaning of many of it, but the sight of them alone was enough.
Perhaps he would see her again tomorrow he hoped so.
