When will I see you again

She looked up at him in concern as he spoke of marauders invading the Hallows - the place she had set up in her mind as the perfect sanctuary. Of course Ast and his wolves had won, but she imagined Art himself must have been on the front lines. No wonder he had a wound to his leg, but his skill in battle had limited it to only this, and nothing more serious.

He spoke of ensuring the Hallows was safe - and so was the Armada. It was anywhere outside that opened up the doors for trouble. She thought once again of the heat of that man as he had violated the safety Art had started to build in her heart, or the desire he and the Warlord had to teach her to fight - which had made little progress so far.

“As I am glad that you are… mostly unharmed” she gave him another small, shy smile, looking up at the giant of a wolf with a measure of appreciation. She was thankful for everything he had done for her, truly. She also knew that some ghosts would be with her for a time yet.

“Oh… are you sure?” she asked timidly as he offered her the wine. She had never drank before, and found that she was curious. If also a little like she was stepping out of the bounds of what she was allowed. But it was Art… he was the one who was supposed to decide what she was and was not allowed, right?

"Speech"