The boat rocked to the waves as it moved. Chaenath sat on one side of it with her hand gripped over her bow and her eyes fixed on Isaiah. "I see that you don't trust me yet," he said without turning.
"Still remember what happened the last time I did," her eyes went to Callaway against her will.
Callaway was looking at the coliseum with a somber mood. "She is thinking about what to do when she meets him," she thought.
Callaway broke off and turned to Chaenath. "What about your armor?" she asked.
Chaenath looked at her garment and remembered she was not wearing any gear; just a crimson shirt that went to her knees and velvet breeches with it. "It doesn't matter," she smiled. "I am also starting a new life."
"Then why do you take the bow?" she felt Isaiah was mocking her.
"A bow is different," she was back to her old self; light and carefree. "It's part of an elf's being."
"Whatever suits you."
