As they continued to walk, out of the streets and into the trees, through the brush...along no path in particular, So'kein was already unaware of where they were going. Or rather, she had already forgotten. After she had unwittingly asked about Edward, Maren spoke up rather bluntly.
"Dead." It hit her hard. He continued on through the trees, stumbling foolishly onward, though she hardly noticed. She wondered if they'd at least been able to give the poor soul a proper burial. She thought to ask, but everyone seemed too coldly focused at the moment. They could all feel the impending danger ahead. So'kein could already sense the dark anger that was waiting for them. It was the type of feeling which wrapped around you like a serpent and squeezed, so that you were too scared to move a muscle in case you should hurry its grip.
Clutching onto the black onyx amulet hanging round her neck--it hanged among many other necklaces--she softly began to murmur in elvish:
"Anta vara tel' Seldarine. Ama poldora. Amin sinta thaliolle e' dagor, Aegisess tivis vanwa lye e' dangora." Then she looked on and shook her head. "We're all damned now unless by some act of the gods..." She didn't speak to anyone but herself. And as she looked at each of them, hoping for their survival, even those she didn't know, she recalled what these few had already been through.
And then...they hit trouble. As Marren cussed and jumped into action, the others quickly followed suit. So'kein was near the flank of their group by now, and upon hearing his swearing she quickly sat down her chest leaving Rin to protect it and withdrew her sabre. "Maybe the gods are favored to us...or else maybe we've already been through hell and left to live in this damned life. Gurth goth rim lye!" She cried, as she held her sabre steady and followed the others faithfully. She couldn't abandon them this time.