"My intuition tells me that she is indeed a pitiable woman," Lancelot stroked his chin, "but your caution is also very right. Let's wait for everyone to wake up and discuss it together. If she's been trapped here for a long time, she wouldn't mind waiting a little longer, would she?"
"A wise decision, I agree," Alamir yawned mightily, "My mind can't think properly now. After I wake up, I'll definitely give it some good thought..."
"You've really been through a lot, good Priest. Rest now," the Elven Ranger said apologetically to Alamir. Shuni's Priest had insisted on taking the first watch, while Little Elizabeth had been resting in Lancelot's Dimensional Belt until they reached the town of Pascaler.
"Mm-hmm, I'll leave it to you, watch the direction of those flowers..." Alamir mumbled a few words unclearly, then spread a delicate blanket on the ground, knelt down, and quickly entered a state of meditation.
