The sky drifted clear, clouds disappearing along a silent wind. Astronomers would count the stars tonight, spotting a bright gem sparkling by the moon. It's place was usually taken by the blac of the night, instead it shone, marked down for the first time in centuries. Not many would take notice, but it's presence was there. The moon had been what Roran noticed next. It shone larger and brighter than he'd seen in his lifetime, and brighter than any man alive remembered. It's face was far and round, sharing a vibrantly white hue. Growing up he'd heard these stories, the faces of the gods in their natural states. However, he was tugging at vague memories; he'd been nine upon arrival. 

Gilly was still laughing, joining in with Howan as they celebrated. He expected a long break for their brother. The man finished his bandage and poured Rannor some water and broth, giving him something to eat before the journey home. He'd need the strength in the cold, the last thing he needed would be to fight the chill without the energy. Both boys were soon joined by the elders and shuffled out the way, allowing them the room they needed. 

Roran's brain ticked slowly, constantly trying to not doubt his hopes. He was suspicious. Incredibly. The blonde watched her stand, his face fairly obviously stating his amazement and astonishment. If she was a healer and his vague grips at the stories he knew were true, despite how much he doubted it, then she wasn't safe. The crown had been part of the siege that had killed the previous God's King. The last place she'd be safe would be in Andor. Her only haven would have been the capital amoungst the Wastes. Getting there was difficult however. 

Roran watched her curiously, stepping forwards as she stood slowly. She was odd, so hidden. He deffintely let his own daydreams run away for a fleeting moment, dreams of gods, magic and miracles. No one alive had seen the Gods' work, no one recalled a storm, a battle between brothers in the sky, or the spring flowers, the huge waves and dancing waters. He wasn't expecting her to latch on, at least not so quickly. He made a desperate attempt at working out what exactly was so different about her, but saw very little underneath her hood. The only thing he did manage was a spared comment. 
"You're not safe here." Either she'd understand or she'd assume him mad. Regardless, she'd be trailed for theft. 

Roran jumped as Greymount spoke. He pulled his arm from beneath Ysabel's hand and stepped away. The gruff leader had scared numerous Orphan's over the decades, he still terrified most even now. He was partially cringing as Ysabel spoke back with a sharp tongue, luckily he had no power over her. 
"You should honour your promise." Fraym spoke, walking out from inside the rook. He was curious, they all were. Derrin was their best healer, not once had he managed to stop a Warg's infection before. No doubt there would be too many questions. If word got out, Ysabel would find her head on Castermere's walls before the month was out.