[Gayahithwen]

Gayahithwen jumped down from the rock she and Sauche was sitting on and ran forwards to the elven maiden that had collapsed in a heap in the beautiful clearing. Kneeling next to her, Gayahithwen carefully turned her around, but the elven maiden quickly turned back, probably not wanting to show her mud- and tear-stained face, but Gayahithwen had allready seen who it was - Amaryllis - an elf she only knew by the looks and nothing more. Gayahithwen waved her hand towards Sauche, urging her to get down from the rock as well. Taking a quick look, Gayahithwen decided that nothing was broken, or that Amaryllis was hurt in any other way - she could hear that by the elfs cry as well.. It was not a cry in physical pain, but a cry out of heartbrokeness..
Gayahithwen turned to Sauche.

"We should help her back to the castle. The healers might be able to help her, but I don't think that I can.. Listen to her cry, my friend.. she is heartbroken! That is, as you ought to know, a dangerous state to be in as an elf. Do you know any good way to carry her back?"

Feeling that she ought to do something, Gayahithwen cut a piece from her robe, dipped it into the water in the little creek and tried to wash away the mud from Amaryllis face, not noticing what Sauche did, untill she looked up again. Sauche was standing in front of her, looking at both her and Amaryllis. Feeling that Sauche wanted to say something, Gayahithwen kept silence and waited.