[color=#66CCCC]"Pardon me, but what do you mean they've already left?"[/color]

Emerald and her tiny group, all of which but here was there to deliver medical supplies, stared dumbfounded at how they had essentially been late. Looking at the empty Nohrian camp, she wasn't sure how long they'd been gone and marching. All she knew was that they were marching off to war with Hoshido, and without her. Oh, she would scold herself later for being late, guilt already stinging at the thought of someone dying because she wasn't there to use her healing magic to save them. And not just on the Nohrian too, but that was a different matter entirely. Turning to the others, she looked at them as if she was fine, holding a smile while hiding her disappointment in herself.

[color=#66CCCC]"Stay here if they come back, I shall ride ahead and catch up with them. I do not want you all to get caught in the battle." [/color]She told them, to which the majority agreed. They weren't here to fight, they were just here to deliver medicine and other healing items for the battle before they could go back to the safety of Macarath. She understood why they would want to too, as she herself wanted to do the same thing, but obligation made her convicted to try and rush towards the Army. Petting her horse and taking one final glance at the others, she nodded to them before rushing off in the direction she supposed they went. She only knew because they had left horseprints in a direction, and she was simply following that. She didn't know, however, that at her current pace she wouldn't catch up to them before the battle started.

Perhaps that was for the best. As she rode onward, a wave of uncertainty swept across her. She wasn't stupid, she knew of the atrocities she was supporting by going off to heal the Nohrian army. Word spreads fast in Nohr, especially when it is about a supposed victory over Hoshido with the death of the late Queen Mikoto. Emerald had never met her, but she always had wanted to from the stories her aunt would tell her. And, she was supposedly a much more benevolent ruler than King Garon ever was, and just thinking of him gave her shivers. He had a villa in Macarath, and whenever he would stop to visit Emerald always made sure to stray as far away as possible from him. She didn't want to support such a brutal king, but alas that was not up to her. She had chosen the path of a healer, and where she lived affected her affiliations. Still, it didn't stop her from feeling sorrowful for the Queen all because of Garon's vileness.

She shook her head away from those thoughts, looking ahead with hope. Maybe if this war ended soon, then there would be peace and no need for a healer like her. And while that was just wishful thinking, she was determined to end this war with ever ounce of power she had. Even if she herself couldn't fight, she would make sure that everyone else could continue to do so, so that this conflict would end. Now, if only she had been on time... Then she wouldn't have to feel the slight sting of worry that gnawed at her. Nonetheless, she continued onward as fast as she could, offering a small prayer to the gods to allow her a swift and timely arrival.