AARYN
Aaryn and Tarkyn were just approaching the house in companionable silence when the door swung open and Rhoda rushed out, her eyes going wide as she drew up short at the sight of him.
"Oh, Aaryn! Thank goodness, I was just coming to find you!"
Aaryn froze. A chill rolled down his spine, and he felt Tarkyn tense at the scent of fear on the wise-woman as well. "What is it? What's going on?" he asked hurriedly. "Is she hurt?"
"Not… not exactly." She glanced back over her shoulder. A low growl was vibrating through the room behind her. Aaryn frowned. "You'll need to come inside." The older woman turned, beckoning him back into the house, sending a nervous glance over her shoulder at Tarkyn, which would have piqued Aaryn's curiosity if he hadn't been so terrified of what he was going to find inside.
When the stepped in, at first he only saw Eadhye, sitting on the couch, her face pained, clutching a piece of paper in her hands.
