[Valesse]

Making camp is not very pleasent when you are covered in hardening mud. Valesseka found this out rather quickly, and was doing her best to lose as many clumps as possible before she guessed Éomeléo could catch up with her, but by the sound of it, he was approaching quickly. Finally, she heard the Gondorian come to a sudden stop.

At least she hoped it was the Gondorian. Her breath had, she noticed, become swallow and near-silent, and she had tensed up a great deal since the sounds had started. The trees which she had enjoyed first entering Mirkwood were now omnious and dark, which had been only a phenomenon of night for Valesseka up until this point. She was scared, and knew that it wasn't the blue-clad nobleman that she might actually be in some danger. For such a rascal, he is good to have around. She confided.

Forgetting about her visage for the slightest moment (Though I would have done her good in this instance), the Arnorian called out to Éomeléo.