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Tasa was startled from her passive existence by the sound logic of Orėmir's talk. Looking around, she noted the darkness and the tricky terrain.
"Orėmir, you speak the truth." she shot an apologetic look to Malris, continuing. "Perhaps it would indeed be best to wait for morning. By then we shall be rested and strong again, and indeed if it is our lord, he will not forsake us for that we tarried but a few hours in finding him. If he has awaited us this long, he may wait a short while more."
She looked to her friend, awaiting his response. Now that she was back to her old self, her mood temporarily forgotten, she knew that she would keep him here by herself, if need be. Night time excursions, she remembered, required a state of calm and peace of mind. To leave on a whim at a sound that could so easily be a trick of their tired minds was folly. She would not mistakenly help lead friends to death again. Not if she could help it.
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