Though she knew the truth of Arelle's words, it was still not what Emeryll wanted to hear. Silent tears fell to spatter upon the unconscious man's hand and her words came out choked with the effort to not completely unravel.
"I want to be alone with him," she said. "Please."
Outside of the tack room, Rynhart had made quick work of rebinding the gashes in his side, and was now kneeling to use some water from a wooden bucket to rinse the blood from his hands and forearms. There was little to be done for his blood stained clothing though, which had clearly seen better days. Both torn and faded from the road, their once vibrant extravagance had lost much of its luster, but the underlying embroideries upon his shirt, and the remnants of ornamentation upon his lengthy over-coat hinted at a past taste in finery.
"I want to be alone with him," she said. "Please."
Outside of the tack room, Rynhart had made quick work of rebinding the gashes in his side, and was now kneeling to use some water from a wooden bucket to rinse the blood from his hands and forearms. There was little to be done for his blood stained clothing though, which had clearly seen better days. Both torn and faded from the road, their once vibrant extravagance had lost much of its luster, but the underlying embroideries upon his shirt, and the remnants of ornamentation upon his lengthy over-coat hinted at a past taste in finery.