Kana had not expected the packing to go by so quickly.
She thought at least Lysera would take forever, given how she always insisted on folding everything neatly and lining it up just right, but even Lysera rushed this time.
Within the hour, their bags were stacked by the door, ready to be carried out.
Kana glanced at Irielle, who was double-checking her pack with quiet efficiency.
"Are you alright? Do you want to send a message back to your family before we go? Let them know you're coming home?"
She asked carefully.
Irielle's hands froze for the briefest moment before she tightened the strap on her pack.
"No."
Her voice was flat, almost cold.
"There's no need. My family isn't worth remembering—much less reminding that I'm coming back. I would rather we slip into the elf village, gather the information we need, and leave before they ever find out I set foot there."
