Niniel watched Soronume go to the bar, her eyes never leaving him. She wondered why he'd refused healing, but felt a little better in that, in this, Elwen was no more use to him than she. She still longed for the closeness they shared. Well, not quite the same kind.
Soronume glanced toward the table, and Niniel turned her head, embarrassed at being caught staring. She looked around the inn instead, though every few moments she would look back at Soronume. She saw a Ranger sitting at a nearby table with an elven maid, and grimaced. Though he hadn't the same look of cruelty about him, he reminded her too much of the bandits that she'd lived with for a time, disguised as a boy. They had frightened her, but the orcs had frightened her more.
She shook her head to clear it of those memories. She glanced into a corner where a huge hawk was flying around and once again toward the bar. And Soronume.
She felt a little uncomfortable with Elwen. The star maiden seemed so far above Niniel that it seemed almost sacrilege to talk to her. Soronume could do it, but without his presence, Niniel felt rather like a small and rather dirty child who was sticking her nose where it didn't belong.
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