Wren stepped into the room wearing a robe in white with golden rose vines embroidered along the edges and her hair loose and flowing in dark waves down her back. Her face showed the signs of grief that spoke of more than the loss of the king.
She said nothing at first, simply moved to check on Aylarra with a hand on her forehead. She finally stepped back with a shake of her head, "Thank you for looking after her, Falcron. I didn't know she'd snuck out. I knew it was important to her, though. I made sure she read all your reports," she explained while watching the girl sleeping on the bed.
She lifted Aylarra's arm and noted the scar with a deeper frown and gave a heavy sigh as she laid the girl's arm over her waist, "She'll be alright after a good rest. You can sit with her, if you'd like. I was appointed her guardian when she arrived here," she told him simply then finally looked up at him.
She gave a shake of her head, "We lost more than Bowen this time... The Goddess has afforded him Full Rites in the Citadel... Along with..." she paused there and swallowed before continuing, "Along with Ravor and Rowan..." she said it in a soft whisper, knowing that he'd understand that she'd lost her husband as well...
She cleared her throat and moved on, "The entire realm is in mourning. I'll be selecting a new monarch in a few days..." she told him then gave him another nod as she headed for the door.
At the door, she paused and turned back to look at them both, "I should have told you about her, I know. But you wanted your retirement so I honored that. I should have allowed her to go with a full escort, I know. But there were other tasks to take care of first. I just didn't realize how determined she was. She said something about a promise she'd made but I didn't pay attention," she paused there to look at Aylarra with a softer expression, "Ask her about her grandparents when she wakes up..." she added then went ahead and left him with the elf in the bed.
A few more moments and Aylarra gave a soft groan as she started waking up. While she'd been out, it wouldn't be hard to miss the fact that her rooms were quiet, a calm place in a building of constant chaos. It was also a mix that showed her personality so well: the sitting room was soothing tones, the bedroom was done in natural tones with pops of color and texture. There were books and artifacts all over the place. On her side table was a very old handwritten book with tiny portraits and photographs in it that were obviously members of her family. There was a book in the bathroom on trying to tame curly hair, which she hadn't yet figured out yet.
But there were contrasts as well: a set of leather training armor in one corner, a set of enchanted armor in the sitting room, daggers laid out on the bench at the foot of the bed, and a set of daggers under the pillows as well....
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