Aegnith felt weak, when the corruption released her mind for the time being, allowing her to fall from the armor and to the ground. Her followers, the elves of the caravan, stood around her, worried sick. Her brother pushed madly through the crowd, getting down beside her and cradling her, his eyes wide with both shock and anger. "Why in the hell would you do such a thing?" He snapped at her, though it came out more as him being a worried brother than anything else.

She'd smile weakly and shake her head, murmuring quietly, "I couldn't let it hurt someone, brother. I'm gonna be okay, promise." He let out a low sigh, shaking his head as she leaned forward to hug him. "I'm really tired though, can we rest somewhere?" He'd give a nod and hoist her up in his arms, glancing around. "Pack the wagons," He ordered. "We're moving out to find somewhere to stay before night falls."

The elves nodded and disbanded, and everyone would get the wagons of the caravan together, or what was left, before moving out once more. Along the journey, they found a village that was willing to let them stay for the night on the outskirts, where everyone would set up tents and turn in for the night. 

Mildor sat outside, atop a wagon as he sat vigil, staring down at his hand as black lightning flickered along his skin. He could feel the heat, the hunger. It unsettled him, and he'd close his fist, willing it away.