Daryll was too oblivious to the insinuations Ysaryn had about his fascination with Lyta, though Narda similarly caught on to the elf, holding onto Daryll before he could take Lyta’s hand before Shadow-walking. The cold of the shadows was replaced by the warmth of the hearth in the Great Hall when they emerged. Daryll was about to explain to Lyta where they were when Narda held him firmly by the shoulder and steered him away so they could look for Elva.

“Now look here, Dar,” the giantess said sternly, “did you see how utterly frightened that poor woman was?”
“I have eyes, Nard,” Daryll said with a frown. “Wasn’t that why we took her away and have Elva look her over?”
Narda turned him so he faced her properly. “You’re doing that thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where you look at someone like they’re a guinea pig, or one of your little experiments in the alchemy chamber. You sometimes wear that face around Kire’s friends. I know you get carried away, and it’s a good thing, that brain of yours. But Lyta does not need that. People are not your alchemy rats. Did you understand that she was almost sold into slavery or some brothel back there?”
“I—” Daryll opened and closed his mouth, but stayed silent. Narda grunted, then gave him two strong pats on the back. 
“Which reminds me, I will have to straighten out that mayor and the whole town,” Narda grumbled, as she let Daryll go. “Be more mindful of others, Dar. I know you get too in your head a lot of the time, but that will get you in trouble if you don’t pay attention.”
“Duly noted,” Daryll said, feeling foolish now. 

“[i]What’s all this noise then?[/i]” Elva called out. “Oh! Well. It was about time I had a visit!” The healer put her hands on her hips. “Out with it. What do you need?”
Narda and Daryll explained the situation as best they could, and Elva frowned in thought. “There have been…reports. From all over. Something peculiar is happening around Amria, and this just proves it. Come on, show me this Lyta.”

Back at the Great Hall, Elva’s attendants had approached upon her instructions to welcome the newcomers. “Hello, Lyta,” Elva said, smiling, once she approached. “Come on, let’s get you settled. You can either have a bed in the infirmary or your own room. There’s plenty of beds in the infirmary for you, and after an examination and some rest, we can give you a proper room. Does that sound good. Come, come!” She spoke in Taakalon to the attendants to prepare food and warm drink for Lyta while others gently guided her to the infirmary. 
“Kire will want to know about this,” Narda said to Ysaryn. 

As the attendants fussed over Lyta, looking over her foot and examining her for any other injuries, Elva poured her a mug of hot chocolate. “If you’re feeling up to it, maybe you can tell us a little more about yourself. Narda and Daryll here tell me you are from a noble family. The Glenn house? Though I admittedly know frightfully little about that lineage.”