Campfire - Forest Clearing, Nightfall
The crackle of flames danced in the stillness of the forest. Elves rested under the moonlit canopy, their figures silent in reverence or sleep, while Lumberling's subordinates nursed light wounds or quietly tended their weapons. It had been a long day, but a victorious one.
Lumberling stepped away from the heart of the camp, his gaze sweeping the nearby shadows until he found her.
Jen was curled up at Vaenyra's side, her head nestled gently on the elf's lap. Her breathing was soft and steady, peaceful in sleep, yet there was something fragile in the way she clung to rest. The firelight flickered across her face, illuminating the faint traces of dried tears.
Vaenyra looked up as he approached, her blue eyes narrowing, not in accusation, but in quiet question.
"What happened to her?" she asked, voice low.
