Tyrhallan smiled as he watched the others interact with one another. 
Eilis worrying about Arn, who in his own concern tried to brush her help off. Or the teasing advances of the young mage towards Lady Brightwind. It was almost comical if it wasn’t so endearing. A little bit of warmth and light in their currently cold and dark world. A bit of levity to drive the bitter sting of their loss away.
All in all, they had barely escaped the two dark sisters by the skin of their teeth and yet their ragtag bunch was pretty much all that was left of the Belisian army, as far as they knew.
He groaned in pain as he thoughts of shame and grief filled his being. 
As he sat himself down near the others he couldn’t help but hear the myriad of voices he had once known. Voices that had regarded him as their hero, their savior or loyal leader.
Those that had entrusted their lives to him, those that had called him Captain. 
And where had he lead them?
Straight into the machine...To be slaughtered.
He was as much to blame as the Vaimese soldiers were, their deaths were on his conscience. He should have died and sacrificed his life for them. That was how it worked. That was what being a Knight was! A Life of Servitude and Sacrifice, one of Honour and Glory….well so much for honour and glory. 
He took out his blade, his ancestral sword and regarded the blood that had stained it. 
Fatebringer…
What kind of fate would you steer us to? He wondered as he took out a rag out of his armour and started cleaning his blade attempting to return it to its deep black reflective depths once more.

Eilis fussed over Arn ignoring his scolding with a pout that told him that this time around she wasn’t going to listen.
“You’re worse off than I am. You’ve always safeguarded me...let me do something back for you for once.” She argued before she conceded. “But I’ll keep my own limits in mind. If you want to be of use you...you...you can... keep me warm.” She muttered softly as she continued to seep little bits of her energy into him.
The growing twilight however helped hide her blushing cheeks as she tried to avoid looking into his eyes. 
“Arn...please remember...whatever happens...I don’t want you to…” She stopped herself knowing she couldn’t ask him to not sacrifice himself for her, because she would do the exact same for him...for them. 
Her hands lowered themselves to his chest running her fingers absentmindedly over Arn’s armour, her expression filled with worry that she tried to hide. 
She was a danger to all of them...
Before she realized what she did and returned back to her healing process. Though this time trying to keep a brave face through it all.
Eventually though Eilis was clearly spend and she stopped, trying to catch some sleep she leaned against Arn for warmth and security as a blanket had been tucked around her shoulders, trying to cover Arn as well. 
With twilight fully set Tobi offering to take up the first watch, whilst the rest of them attempted to regain some strength and sleep.