The newly appointed maegisterwigend had returned to the camp in a fluster. It was one of the rare times that her facade of fearlessness had broken - even in Dunland, captured, broken, almost dead, had it not broken. Though, then it was her defiance and hatred of her captors which kept her going. Here, now, there was nothing like that to keep her going. It clear that she was afraid. The fact that Gæded had been running clearly indicated that she had been chased and the other fact that she was alone indicated that Athlenah, who was with her when they were scouting the Dunlending invaded Torsbury and so must be missing.
Gæded was cussing, a lot, some words being made out as, "Athlenah... In yfel holt... Fangorn..."
She ran up to Torr, not speaking much to anyone. She made sure his saddle was strapped on tightly and then went looking around, checking her bags and such. She didn't seem very approachable. Within a short amount of time, she was up in the saddle, heading off towards Fangorn. She seemed determined but frightened as she left.
