Chapter 5
When a king stumbled, battered and burdened with his Consort, into their camp, Einith’s eyes widened. The poor human’s simple clothes were streaked heavily with dirt and a couple of small tears in his linen shirt, tiny spots of blood speckled around the ragged edges. What had happened to these two?
He tried hard to keep his face and demeanor as non-threatening as possible, because the human looked fit to drop where he stood, desperate hold on the elf in his arms notwithstanding. Tae scooted over and pressed close to his side, more than enough room now available on one side of their little circle to accommodate the new arrivals. And plenty of room should the human feel the need to run.
With a tired slump to his shoulders, the human gave a grateful nod for the easy escape route
