On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[VanimaEdhel]

Menelduliniel dried her eyes, and got up, fingering the strange scar visible on her stomach and remembering still...

She suddenly gave a little jump that scared Estelarion as she came out of her flashback

"Oh!" she exclaimed, causing Estelarion to jump, "I'm here...oh...not there anymore...pain gone...all gone..."

She looked and realized she'd been running her hand over the scar, and she quickly stopped and pulled her silk tank-top over it, hiding it.

She looked around to make sure none but Estelarion had seen the scar. She could not tell if they had or not though...

"So," she said, addressing anyone, "What do we do now?"

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Estelarion sighed as he saw her run her hand over the scar. She had never stopped messing with it, even when it was the ugly open wound it once was. She was lucky it did not infect...ah, well, that was her luck: something like that would get her and she'd survive with only a scar. If he weren't there though, she would have been dead. Estelarion wondered if she knew that.

After she startled him, Estelarion got up and began to prepare both his things and hers. He put a hand to his side, and felt the bandages that were obviously Meneli's, by how tight they were. She claimed pressure stopped the bleeding, and it seemed to...

Then Menelduliniel asked, "So, what do we do now?"

((OOC: Just trying to give you 2 points of view, there))