As Rhys examined her, though, he noticed that her balance seemed unsteady. Sure enough, she came stumbling forward, Rhys quickly broke Lyn's fall, "Easy there," he said.
Lyn thanked him, "Thank you," before she pulled back. Rhys frowned slightly, 'does she hate me that much?' He shook his head, this isn't the time for that.
He nodded and turned to the man on the ground, "Your sisters, men?"
"Yes, there should be a mark on the cloak he's wearing."
Rhys, however, couldn't care less about that, just now - the bow she used. It was covered in darkness, and seemed to wrap around her arm, "That bow?" he muttered.
"I've seen it in my nightmares lightly, and when I woke up just now because of the noise. When I pictured it, it appeared in my hands," Lyn trailed off, "And then, it happened again, what happened earlier in the bath."
