[Orual]

When Mellonin pulled away, Ravion just stood there mutely, confused beyond expression. What had he done this time? "Mell--" he began, but broke off. There was nothing to say. The right words would not come to him, and whatever words did would undoubtedly be wrong. Such was his luck.

Mellonin walked a little ways away, and Ravion stared after her. Whatever it was that he had done, or said, or failed to do, or failed to say, he needed to apologize. But what would he say? Mellonin, I am sorry for whatever it was I did. Or did not do. Whatever it was, I am sorry. Of course, that would clear everything right up.

He looked at Gwyllion, still shaken from passing out; Aeron, still sulking by Gond; Mellonin, standing just a few steps away; and Raefindan, looking almost as confused as Ravion himself.

Ah, Raefindan!

Ravion went up to the red-haired man. "Raefindan, I do not know what to do," he said in a quiet voice. "Have I offended Mellonin? Have I said something? You know her better than I. What should I do?"