Elena closed the door, came down the stairs, and walked towards where the men sat, eating and drinking.
She knew where she would find him.
He was outside with his horse, gently taking care of it, and the moonlight showed on them.
She watched him and could see his heart—filled with hate and despair. But there was a part of him that could care. He could take care of an animal with so much affection, and yet he tried to take away any show of humanity in him.
She walked up to him.
He looked at her. He wouldn't ask the question, but she knew what he wanted to know.
"She is fine, " she said. She is awake now and resting."
He said nothing for a while as he brushed off the hair on his horse.
"Well, we're going to be on our way now." He said.
She stopped him right in his tracks. "You will do no such thing."
