Later that evening, Alaric's entourage set up camp near the western border of Vale.
Thick piles of snow had already accumulated over the land causing the temperature to drop even further.
Alaric draped a thick wool blanket over Elena's shoulders to keep her warm.
The girl pulled the blanket and covered herself from the neck down.
It's warm.
"Feel better now?" Alaric's gentle voice drifted into her ears.
She stared at him and saw him looking over with a light smile.
"Mn." She hummed in response.
Alaric sat next to her and said. "Elena, the trip to Ryvaad this time is different." His voice suddenly turned serious.
Elena hugged her legs as she looked at the flickering flame of the bonfire.
"I know…" She responded with a gloomy look on her face.
Hearing this, Alaric was taken aback.
Did mom tell her?
There was a moment of silence after that small exchange.
