[b]Kingdom of Ferelden: Somewhere in the south...[/b]

Julien did seem sincere in his condolences but Wystellia was ready to move on to more productive topics of conversation. To her knowledge, you couldn't bring back the dead, nor could you change the past. He was right though, the trails and sacrifices you made after you became a Grey Warden weren't spoken out loud. It was only until it was too late, did the consequences and risks finally come into focus. The fact they didn't have long to live, if they made it through the countless battle. But also the fact that they could be targeted by the hordes themselves. These instances of pain and suffering were to be carried and worn around their necks like medals though.

They were meant to be strong fighters and protectors and even if they had regrets about joining, they couldn't turn back now. Wystellia had heard about one who did try to leave, he was hunted down and killed on the spot. She didn't want to die a coward nor a traitor. She kept quiet as they were left to their own thoughts. She looked around and tried to see if she could sense anything approaching them. She could not. Julien asked if they should move on and make the fire or if she was fine with sticking around. "We may as well do it here, we're not going to be staying for long anyway." She told him and walked over to get her staff.

Pointing it near the river, she lit a fire and quickly added some branches and leaves to keep it going on its own. She then drove a stick through her own fish and propped it up near the fire to cook. She'd only bother eating bits of the insides so she found no reason to waste cleaning the outside. If the fire got out hand, it wouldn't be hard to put out, which was part of why she wished to stay in the area. She then walked over and began to drink some of the water, cupping her hands together and crouching beside it. The method wasn't great, like their fishing, but it would do her just fine. 

"Once we get going in the right direction," She laughed a little. "we should pick up the pace. I don't want to spend the night out here even if it's likely we will, I want to give us plenty of distance between Ostagar and ourselves." Even though Wystellia wanted to go back and check over the battlefield, it could wait. In fact, it needed to. The mage walked back over to the fire and glanced to the older man, almost wishing he had a solid plan. Of course she was a Grey Warden too and making a plan also fell atop her shoulders. "Maybe when we set up camp tonight," If needed. "we can try making some traps." 

Sure she had read books but she knew she wasn't good at trap making. There was no harm in trying though. if they didn't try, they'd be fools. Wystellia rotated her fish and looked at the fire. Even in daylight, it was still a bewitching sight. "Part of me wishes we could just throw fire under the earth and kill the darkspawn." She muttered. "It isn't that easy though and I'm sure dwarves have tried already." She shrugged and stood up. "I doubt they've tried pretending to be one and trying to see where the Archdemon is hiding. If we get desperate enough, let's do that." She joked, though she wasn't sure how close they were to being that desperate.

They had to fight the odds against them, not just the Darkspawn.