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Aela had moved on to sharpening her blades. She was working with a stone over her blades she seemed lost in thought to Eric. The glow of the fire danced across her casting her in a warm orange light. When the fire was low she would tend to it kindly, and return to sharping her swords. 

Her mind continued to race even as she laid out a blanket to lay down on she glanced up at the stars with the fire there and her sword skills she wondered if they would be enough. Part of her joke was part of a worry that gnawed in the back of her mind. She had to support the chosen ones.