Ill fated

The fight had been sudden, the meeting beforehand unexpected. She was brave after the fight, but shaken, though she had fought well. He took her away and they climbed, the area while pristine and beautiful was peppered with orc camps they both knew shouldn't be there. But once upon the rocks in a brief moment of reprieve before they had to keep moving, he took a hold of her chin and met her eyes.

"Y'alrigh'?" 

She took a deep breath, her composure unbroken, though the fight had shaken her and the smell of blood was still strong in the air. She'd feel it more, later. For now, she nodded.

"I'm alright."