Anarya's hands were shaking from the fight as she helped the elf. She had never been in such close combat with something that was mortal, or atleast seemed it.
"Does something trouble you?" Rudhchamion asked.
Anarya dared not look up. She know understood this feeling that seemed to grab her stomach in a flurry of butterfly wings, and she knew if she let it take hold of her, it might ruin the whole mission.
"No, don't worry for me. I'm fine," She answered.
"Oh I see," Rudhchamion replied.
Anarya looked up alarmed, he could not possibly know.
"Everyone is always a little shaken after a fight. Theres nothing wrong in being scared," He continued with a smile of understanding.
Anarya set her brow hard down upon her eyes, and set back to fixing the wound. He thought her a coward.
"I was not scared," she answered crossly, "Merely surprised."
With that she set the final bandage around his waist with a rough yank. This did not seem to effect Rudhchamion. He laughed at her reply and jumped to the ground.
"Of course my dear Anarya, of course." He said striding over to where the bodies of the black cloaked figures lay. Anarya followed.
"Now, lets have a gander at these strangers of ours shant we?" Rudhchamion said with a slight grin, and kneeling to the ground next to a body...
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Snow white! Snow White! O' Lady Clear! O' Queen Beyond the Western Seas!
O' light to us that wander here amid the world of woven trees!
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