[indent]Suddenly she had found herself between a rock and hard place. Her lip quivered as Calanon spoke to her, and she shot an angered glare in Nicademus’s direction. He was foolish to send people out of the town. He would soon see, she found herself wishing for him to receive an injury. She hoped that he would catch her daggers and feel it. 

Calanon and the others had started the journey to hunt down the Dorcha, and Sett seemed to want to drag her into something, she wasn’t interested. Aeryn had started to feel [i]odd[/i] throughout her body. A mixture of emotions swirling up a storm of turmoil. She was worried about Calanon, sure, but she was worried about her own neck too. Some of the party members had remained in the village, but it wasn’t enough. They would need more men than they had had before the split. She was at least armed now, but it didn’t feel good.

She exhaled and flared her nostrils at Sett, suddenly annoyed, she couldn’t understand how he could be so… mellow. She felt like snatching the bag back from his hands - but it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t his fault. 


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All she could do was sit underneath the tree, her eyes watching the forest entrance, feet and hands twitching. Stewing in her own worry and anger and fear, she realised she had to get up and do something. She had heard in passing that a baby was to be born, and she could see that Beren had been making good progress with his job. She was the one who had so far done nothing to protect the village, despite most likely being the individual harbouring the most anxiety about it. There had to be something she could do to help. 

With another sharp exhale, she got up, and began to stomp over to where Beren and Geradin were digging. If everyone else was to contribute, then she must too. “Beren-” she exclaimed in his direction, blinking at the site of his bare torso, a flush of colour almost springing to her pale cheeks. “I, errrrr….” she then noticed Geradin’s bare chest too, her eyes widened and darted this way and that to avoid looking too long at their naked torsos. However nice it was. “Need to help on something. I want to help to do some things at the village.” In her embarrassment, her common tongue was a little less accurate than usual, which made her feel more frustrated and her fingers twitched again. “Where can I… contribute?” she asked him, her brows furrowed even more so than usual, arms folded across her chest. 

As she stood above the two, a breeze caught her cloak and blew it to the side, revealing to both of them, if they were looking, the sight of the stolen crossbow. [/indent]