With a smile she took the cup from him and brought it to her lips. The sweet mead burned on her injured lip and made her flinch ever so slightly. But by Ardebit - this was just what she had needed! After her generous sip she handed the cup back to Rhoynar. They sat in silence, passing the cup between them until the last drop was emptied. Miraculously the cup was filled - by a passing sailor or Rhoynar stood up to refill the cup.
The sun set, colouring the sea into a deep dark orange before sinking into the waves and vanishing from sight. The moons came up as the sky turned dark and stars appeared in the evening sky. Illinfer leaned back, a sad smile on her lips. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, thought of home, the forest, the rolling hills, the snow peaked mountains - and her son. She had left him with his grandparents in a small village, not known to many. A tear rolled down her cheek as her smile widened. In her mind her son was  playing in the fields his father used to play in as a child. He was wearing his fathers helmet, swinging a stick and shouting ‘Halt! In the name of the fire guild!’. Feeling the dizziness of the drink she opened her eyes and looked up at the dark night sky. Clouds hung over it like soft translucent cloth. „It’s so peaceful out here.“ She almost whispered, the wind tickling over her neck and playing with her raven hair.

Illinfer turned to Rhoynar, looking him straight in the eye. Her body was stretched across the floor, her ankles crossed, her upper body propped on one elbow. The ark of her neck as she angled her head towards him almost glowed of her pale skin, the dark mark of her brawl the previous day still visible, like a shadow wrapping his hand around her throat. „Do you have any regrets? In life so far? I mean . . . we might not be coming back. Are you . . . are you content?“ Her eyes grew a little bigger as the words left her lips. „I sure do! I have a lot of regrets - but only one thing I would change . . .“ her voice trailed off as did her gaze, wondering off into the distance. She couldn’t leave her son without a parent! If only she had been the one to go to the mission her husband had died in. Her son would still have a father - someone much stronger than herself.