Vermillion stayed behind in Darilei, to follow-up on some loose ends following the fight, and all the others made their separate ways to the road leading out of Darilei, towards Wyndham and the Fifth Redding beyond, to find Duran where he waited with their horses. Even at this hour of the night, wagons and riders were coming and going, and the group simply mounted and set out without much talk. Maeva, a year older and taller, settled in behind Athron without comment to the others (what she and Athron discussed before neither would say), but even in the darkness Boeden could tell she had not eaten well for days (with Thand locked up, how could she be?) and she had probably cried some before the party rejoined.
She remained silent when they camped, and silent again for the final few miles the next morning to Jord, the next sizeable town north of Darilei, one surrounded by lush farmland. There, she lingered outside while Cassick and Athron made arrangements for rooms at an Inn –one with the ability to accommodate Jotunn, who were known to stop there on their journeys between Farolan and Darilei – and Duran saw to the having the horses stabled and cared for.
“May I sit with you?” Boeden asked tentatively, praying with all of his heart, that Maeva would not flinch back reflexively, or look at him differently. “If you want to talk, about anything, I would be honored to listen.”
Maeva shrugged, and scuffed at the dirt with the toe of a worn shoe. “I’m worried about Daned,” she said softly. “And I wish I could go home.”