[b]Kingdom of Ferelden: Woodsmen Outpost[/b]

Perhaps it had been overly optimistic for her to think he had seen what she had. She had hoped he could have provided more insight into the events that occurred but she also knew he may have been in an area where he had only fought, having not noticed much else around him. Wystellia didn't have all the facts and until she did, she knew she couldn't make too rash of a judgement when it came to Loghain. Where she thrived though, was when she was given an order. She liked to follow them, the structure provided was somewhat comforting, possibly contradicting her need for freedom but to her, freedom didn't mean chaos and recklessness.

For now, the two of them were sitting on the edge of chaos, considering they could have easily been killed but were instead alive.

There was silence and the mage waited, unsure if he would remember anything else from the cluttered battle and ruins. Things hadn't gone according to plan and in her mind, Loghain could have handled it but instead he hadn't. Why? Blinking away the images of the dead bodies, she looked back to Julien, unsure of how well he was to travel. But where would they even go? Sure, they couldn't stay where they were but who could they turn to? His next words solidified his disorientation and she told herself to be careful and tread tenderly. "Alright." She licked her lips and looked off, not sure what to say and what to keep to herself until he seemed more physically and mentally up to hearing more of the blunt facts.

"I don't know much because I just got up as well." She gave a disclaimer to the man, even if she was in a better spot than him. He then mentioned how some magic would be great, making the woman give him a small nod. His final comment coaxed a medium sized smile to scamper across her face. "I don't think they're the dancing sort...trampling, I suppose but let's see what I can do about that." Wystellia said lightly and began to channel her healing magic. "We're in a small little village where woodsmen often congregate." She began to tell him as she pointed her staff at Julien's body and began to do a basic healing spell for his wounds before she began to use something more potent, having needed to ease both the patent and herself, into the healing process.

Wystellia's eyes were focused on her target, taking note of what needed more effort and what could be left to heal on its own. "I think I walked here but you, I have a feeling someone helped you find your way here." She told him. "I did offer to stay and help but those who are here, insisted we not linger when we're well enough to leave on our own." She set her staff down, rather pleased with what work she could do. The major injuries had been fixed and even some of the minor ones, were mended as well. "I don't know if there's anything...or anyone left back in Ostagar." She told him grimly and got to her feet. "It might be helpful to go back though, see if it helps us remember anything, maybe there would be a clue as to what exactly happened." Or didn't.

Of course, they could move on elsewhere if the idea didn't sit well with Julien. "Right now, we're both without a clear direction. We need answers and we won't find them if we stick around here." She pointed out. "These generous people don't need to be taking care of us. It's our job to take care of them...and everyone else for that matter." Wystellia walked the four steps over to the window and looked outside to see people still doing their work, cutting wood, making stew, carrying food for their livestock. "There have to be other Grey Wardens out there...right?" She turned back to the man. "Maybe they found other places to flee to." She knew deep down, it was desperate thinking.