Vandriel skillfully tied the knot on the last refugee’s bandage and helped her up. As the woman walked away she wiped her brow, leaving a smudge of dirt on her forehead. Her back was aching after the long day. The refugees continued down the road towards Aquor with their rickety cart, all of them looking tired, cold and hungry. Vandriel felt her own stomach rumble at the thought of food but ignored it habitually. Her heart ached for them, for all of them, so much so sometimes that she could hardly bear it. Only the knowledge that she did what she could in the best way she knew allowed her some peace of mind.
The elf stood facing the setting sun with her arms crossed over a simple tunic covered in filth and dried blood. Its last rays lit her yellow eyes to gold. They were worried, brow knotted. Looking back towards the road coming from the gate, she could see more people in the distance coming her way. She couldn’t rightly deny them aid, and she wouldn’t, but she could neither stifle a selfish wish to call it a day and get indoors before it got dark. She sincerely wished for a safer way to help them. A haphazard camp near the Second Wind Inn with only a fire to boil water wasn’t exactly the dream circumstances for a healer. Any form of structure that provided shelter would help. She found herself wishing they would stop travelling at night and sighed. She had long ago learned to let go of judgement over what desperate people did.
She praised Ilmater for sending her to Sundren, needed as she was, but she was worried. She looked back towards the setting sun and stood there, waiting, thinking, as the minutes passed. Very gradually her face was overtaken by shadow. Eventually she turned around and welcomed the new refugees that arrived with a warm smile, smoothening all traces of worry.
The elf stood facing the setting sun with her arms crossed over a simple tunic covered in filth and dried blood. Its last rays lit her yellow eyes to gold. They were worried, brow knotted. Looking back towards the road coming from the gate, she could see more people in the distance coming her way. She couldn’t rightly deny them aid, and she wouldn’t, but she could neither stifle a selfish wish to call it a day and get indoors before it got dark. She sincerely wished for a safer way to help them. A haphazard camp near the Second Wind Inn with only a fire to boil water wasn’t exactly the dream circumstances for a healer. Any form of structure that provided shelter would help. She found herself wishing they would stop travelling at night and sighed. She had long ago learned to let go of judgement over what desperate people did.
She praised Ilmater for sending her to Sundren, needed as she was, but she was worried. She looked back towards the setting sun and stood there, waiting, thinking, as the minutes passed. Very gradually her face was overtaken by shadow. Eventually she turned around and welcomed the new refugees that arrived with a warm smile, smoothening all traces of worry.
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