Sana looked towards the dusty ground as she trudged towards the group that had gathered, ready to leave. Her eyes seemed hollow as a hand came to her temples, rubbing gently as she brushed past them to the stables needing to ready Epona for the journey ahead. Her mind was swimming in thoughts of yesterday and today, what all she had gone through, all she had learned, all she had witnessed. The usually bright eyed and boisterous woman stood there moving in a mechanical fashion as she placed the saddle on her horse and secured her bags.

	Everything swirling through her mind seemed to cause a buzzing sound in her ears that drowned out what others were saying and the noise of the village bustling around her. Slow breaths caused slumped shoulders to rise and fall as her movements stopped and she drifted away in thought; trying to focus on a single fleeting and yet ever swirling memory. Newly created memories were like wet paint on canvas, moving quickly and blending together. Shaking her head vigorously as if to try to brush the thoughts aside Sana went back to what she was doing and finally lead Epona by the reins out of the stable and towards the group.

	A boot placed in the stirrup and a hand on the saddle, Sana glanced up at the clouds rolling in; grey and ominous. She could feel the chill in the air as the wind whipped through the town and smell the incoming storm that approached as she breathed in. The gentle rustle of leaves finally came to her ears as the sudden cold seemed to bring a clarity of mind through the fog. Taking another breath she pushed off the ground and swung her leg over before settling in her saddle and trotting over towards Fiona and the others.


	Seeing Tobias flop into the wagon she thought back to the words they both exchanged yesterday after the first battle and sighed inwardly. They would have to work together, not for their own sake but for the orphans. It may have been cold but the orphans were no longer her biggest concern, she wanted to make this fast and get back to Ariana as quickly as possible. If she had not already given her word to help she might have just walked away from the entire endeavour but in her mind that was not an option at this point. 

	Reaching into her pouch she pulled out the Ring Of Chameleon Power that she had retrieved from the ashes of the fallen and tossed it over to him without a word, it landing gently on his chest with a slight thump. Looking over towards Fiona she noticed the parchment that the fiery haired woman had been going over and perked a brow. 

	"What's that?" she inquired at the pointed to what Fiona had been perusing.