Ashelia Riot is staring out over the falls, very much lost in thought.
Enea Mohnesh approaches silently. Her face, paler than normal, carry bags indicating tiredness, crying, or both. She tries to utter a greeting but ends up just sitting down, making her pressence known.
Ashelia Riot: “Enea.”
Ashelia Riot breathes a sigh of relief, but when she sees the woman’s face, she doesn’t know what else, if anything, to say.
Enea Mohnesh: “Lady Ashe. How are you faring?”
Enea Mohnesh attempts a polite smile.
Ashelia Riot stands, and makes to approach her friend.
Ashelia Riot: “Well enough. I was… I was worried for you, but I’m glad you’ve managed to find us here.”
Ashelia Riot doesn’t yet ask what Enea Mohnesh was doing; truth be told, she envies her the ability to cry privately right now.
Enea Mohnesh: “Sorry to make you worry. What… what do we do now?”
Ashelia Riot: “We gather ourselves here, if only for the time being.”
Ashelia Riot sighs again.
Ashelia Riot: “Bull knows people here in Ala Gannha - friends of his late mother - but I dare not linger here if there is any chance that the imperials might track us. It would put too many innocent lives in danger.”
Enea Mohnesh nods, relieved to find hope in Ashelia Riot’s words.
Enea Mohnesh: “I agree, the hospitality is most welcome, I would hate for them to suffer for their kindness. If there is anything I can do to help just say the word. Twelve know I need to keep myself busy, my sleep have not being pleasant.”
Ashelia Riot steps forward and places a hand on Enea Mohnesh’s shoulder.
Ashelia Riot: “How are you feeling? Are you fully recovered from…”
Ashelia Riot can’t bring herself to say Zenos yae Galvus’s name.
Ashelia Riot: “…the duel?”
Enea Mohnesh looks away momentarily.
Enea Mohnesh: “He….”
Enea Mohnesh focuses back on Ashelia Riot.
Enea Mohnesh: “He was /strong/. Stronger than I thought possible. Like he has lived his life for the purpose of fighting /and then some/.”
Enea Mohnesh places a hand on her chest, where the legatus’s last hit wounded her.
Enea Mohnesh: “I am still recovering, full glad I got healed when I did. But that is just physically… There were some things I wanted to talk to you about.”
Ashelia Riot: “Of course.”
Ashelia Riot glances at the spot Enea Mohnesh touches, then looks back up to her face.
Ashelia Riot: “I’ll answer what I can.”
Enea Mohnesh: “I keep having… visions of sorts. Started a while back, but died down until this last fight. Maybe is my mind and my worries playing tricks, but I saw the life and death of some of the Resistance members. Their lives under imperial heel, the hope in joining the fight. I see myself, from their eyes as I helped them trained and then their deaths by the hands of the Skulls.”
Enea Mohnesh’s eyes tear up again.
Ashelia Riot’s face grows serious, then sad.
Ashelia Riot: “What kind of visions? Dreams at night? Premonitions during the day? Or something else?”
Enea Mohnesh: “Usually at night, of people who already died. With what happened days ago it only got more frequent.”
Ashelia Riot: “I see.”
Ashelia Riot wishes she could offer some sort of comfort, knowing all the while that there is none. Still, Enea Mohnesh is an experienced warrior; if even /she/ is affected by nightmares as a result of Rhalgr’s Reach, then any advice she might have had would be useless.
Ashelia Riot: “I… I don’t often dream of things that I myself have seen. I wish I could help in some way, but all of my sleeping aids are back at the house.”
Enea Mohnesh: “We will made do, friend. There are more pressing matters than my nightmares. Besides, if your algoat horn paste could work miracles for a wound I am sure someone here might have a remedy for me.”
Enea Mohnesh offers a genuine smile.
Ashelia Riot beams with delight at Enea Mohnesh.
Ashelia Riot: “Still. It’s important to get as much rest as you can. If you still feel exhausted when you wake up in the morning, don’t worry about contributing to operations. It’ll be important to stay rested while we are able.”
Enea Mohnesh nods.
Enea Mohnesh: “We don’t want to be exhausted if they come again. Speaking of, I should procure some chunk of metal I can swing around.”
Enea Mohnesh gestures to her missing sword.
Ashelia Riot: “Gods, I… I didn’t even realize.”
Ashelia Riot looks a little panicky to see that Enea Mohnesh’s sword is gone.
Ashelia Riot: “I’ll make as many discreet inquiries as I can.”
Enea Mohnesh: “Maybe it will still be on one piece when we retake Reach.”
Enea Mohnesh lets out half a smile, a bit more life returning to her eyes.
Enea Mohnesh: “But enough of that. I will go on a watch and see if I can secure some provissions. Don’t want to impose on their generosity too much.”
Ashelia Riot nods.
Ashelia Riot: “A good idea. I’ll be awake if you need anything. Anything at all.”
Ashelia Riot hesitates, biting her lip, then continues her thoughts.
Ashelia Riot: “…It may be just the five of us now.”
Enea Mohnesh’s heart skips a beat at her words.
Enea Mohnesh: “… For now. If- If I can see the lives of the departed, I will take solace I have not seen our friends.”
Ashelia Riot: “…There is that. Regardless. Good hunting. I’ll help you prepare whatever it is you bring back.”
Enea Mohnesh salutes Ashelia Riot.
Enea Mohnesh: “Be safe.”