[VanimaEdhel]

Thelian rode next to Dorlas. Now that Melost was not with them, there was no one for Thelian to protect. He continued to look over at Anwaelme. There was no way he was going to allow her to hurt anyone else in the group in the way she had hurt his master. She should not even be alive today. Thelian should have slit the strumpet's throat already.

Dorlas seemed to see Thelian's knuckles going white on the reins, for Thelian felt a comforting pat on his shoulder. Dorlas whispered some brief words of comfort to Thelian, who stole one last look of death in Anwaelme's direction.

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Thelian was not the only one still shooting evil looks in Anwaelme's direction. Menelya had been glaring at Anwaelme for some time. She saw Anwaelme speaking fairly quietly with Arthain. She could not catch what the girl was saying. Anwaelme then moved her horse away from Arthain a bit, a slight glimpse of worry crossing over her fair face.

At this, Menelya urged her horse forward in the hopes of hearing the conversation. She passed two women twittering in whispers. The names "Melost" and "Menelya" were audible to Menelya, along with the words "arranged", "disgrace", and "unpopular". Menelya knew she would be hearing these words a lot more in the days to come. She continued to inch forward in the hopes of catching Arthain's response and hopefully hearing what Anwaelme had said to cause her brief worry as to Arthain's reaction.