Expecting Ingvar to be cross or at the least, uncomfortable with her confession, Mela was taken aback by his curt but considerate reply in regard to her apology. Him not being upset made her feel better, that her deception hadn't entirely tarnished her chances of becoming a Warden. Even if she didn't know people very well, she knew lies, no matter your race or gender, were like poison. Mela wished not to start off on the wrong foot but it seemed Ser Jory and Daveth were still unconvinced of her alliance to her new comrades. She didn't blame them but she wished to prove she could be an ally and in order to do that, they needed to trust her. It was a tricky situation but not by any means, an impossible one.

Ingvar spoke up when the others voiced their doubts.

She could already tell he was someone who didn't speak up much but in this instance, she was grateful for the gesture. The other two recruits looked at her and then at each other. Ingvar then said to lead the way and she gave him a nod before turning back around toward the hut. She lead them further into the area and before they could close the gap, the door opened to reveal a frail looking woman. "Everyone, this is the woman who has raised me." She said and stepped aside so introductions could be made. "Flemeth." She said. The other two gave their names with apparent nervousness. Ingvar was the final one to make his presence known. 

"You bring strangers back with you. This isn't one of your usual jaunts is it girl?" Flemeth surveyed the group, already knowing why they had come, as well as of her daughter's attempts at freedom. "What sort of trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?"

Mela knew she was being made to say it. Now was the time for true bravery and boldness. No longer would she hide behind herself or anyone else. She had to declare her own independence. At the same time, she did not wish to insult the woman she had come to rely on and care for. "I've decided to join the Grey Wardens, mother." Her voice whispered the final word of her statement but Mela soon became more like herself. "You and I are well aware of the impending doom this land faces. Their numbers are few and they need someone like me to help them in any way." Mela told the old woman. "As soon as we get the Treaties and make our way back to Ostagar, I will fully commit myself to their cause." The elf said firmly.

"Do I appear as if I'm going to stop you?" Flemeth held her arms out. "You resisted my lessons for too long, now it's time for you to find someone else to ignore." She gave a shrug and retreated back into the hut. A minute passed and silence fell over the group as Mela glanced to the others, wondering what would happen next. Would Flemeth attack them or return with bowls for the stew which had been teasing their senses since they arrived. When the grey haired witch came out, she had a wooden box and inside, were the prized papers they had been tasked to retrieve. "Here." She strode past her charge and stood in front of Ingvar. "We've seen visions of what's to come, I do not see these helping you in any way..." She stepped back and folded her arms. 

"You best believe, things are only going to get worse. One more Warden isn't going to change that." She then looked to Mela and then to the other men. She already knew neither of them would make it through The Joining. Flemeth gave a knowing smirk to them and then glanced to her pot. She would be keeping an eye on Mela and Ingvar. Mela was a key to her survival. Mela was putting herself in danger but Flemeth knew the Blight was something was also needed to be stopped, for her sake. "Help yourself to something to eat before you return, otherwise hurry along." She told them and went back inside without another word.

They had what they came for and yet Mela was left with an empty feeling.

She couldn't explain it or. Or maybe she didn't want to.

"It'll take a while to get back and it's growing dark, we don't have time to delay any longer." Of course if any of them wanted some stew, she would understand. As tempted as she was to have some of her mother's cooking one final time, she knew it was best if she didn't. Better to cut off ties than take her time.