She calmed, watching the healers like a hawk as they set the small gash in her foot. After cleaning it in what was, thankfully, a painless way, they applied salve and wrapped her heel, leaving her alone. As Elva approached and explained more, Lyta hoped her stomach didn't audibly growl at the promise of soup. She swallowed, glancing around the room. "We're in the North?" She asked, twisting to look at the nearest window. She'd never seen snow before. Barely, through the thick panes, she could she the white world beyond. 
[i]North![/i] Lyta inhaled, looking around the room again. Sure enough, her clothes were thinner than most of the items worn by the residents. Aside from Ysaryn and the other two. 

Lyta's dark gaze fell over them for a time, from the male who kept looking at her oddly, to the unusually tall woman, and the ... other one. "What is she?" She asked quietly.

Hearing the question from Lyta, Ysaryn grinned without turning around. "We let her decide. I think she has had too few deciding, lately." She said to Narda. "I will take both to Kirai, then, and then we'll continue on to Lyta village. Perhaps we take along Envy or Gavin to assist." She offered, figuring Ruli would not leave his bedmate's side. 

After a pause, hearing Elva answer Lyta's question and Lyta's stunned response ( "A [i]real[/i] elf? Like in the stories?" ) "Wench will give confidence, yes. I hope she chooses this." Ysaryn turned back toward Lyta, amused at the look Lyta now gave her. "We are to leave you here. You rest, yes? And when you're ready, you decide where to go?"
Lyta nodded, slouched against the raised back of the bed like she was having trouble sitting upright; finally comfortable and relaxing. "You'll come back?" 
"As often as able." Ysaryn promised. "You in good hands. That one." She pointed to Elva. "She will fight off anything scary with a look. Wyvern eye." Ysaryn gestured to her eye and winked. 
Lyta's head shot around to Elva. [i]Wyvern? As in ...?[/i]

Ysaryn turned back around, gesturing to the other two to take her hands. "Come. We will go. Back to chieftess."
And a moment later, they were standing in the camp. The shift in temperature bothered Ysaryn more than anything else. Loosing Daryll and Narda's hands, she turned in place, looking around for the others.