David
Rekkan felt the girl's touch on his wrist and gazed at her as she gazed at his tattoo. He remembered little about the meaning behind his tribe's use of archaic symbols, he couldn't put a finger on the lines that crossed the spiral that made reference to the cycles. Thinking more about it had him only seeing darkness and feeling hunger, though the type of hunger was not so much for his stomach but for his core, the swirling fire inside his chest. Looking at Marsila, he was reminded of her magical sinews and how his nose was picking up a scent far stronger than before. It was like he could trace the veins of magic in her body. The wanderer did not known if he felt nauseated and from the corner of his lips drew a string of saliva as if he was drooling. His tongue pushed between his sealed lips to lick the upper flesh, then he shook his head violently.

Did he just think about eating the shapeshifter?

Conflicting thoughts gave birth to a great sense of doubt that Rekkan tried to hide. He had been struggling for so long on his own that he grew detached from the past. The more the wanderer rummaged through his memories, the more kindred his mind was. There were diverging accounts of feelings from before a blank spot and he could only get to the clear fragments after that dark, muddled slate in his brain.

"I can't remember, Marsila. I..."

A second flashback threw him in the cold and dark place of a massive room full of cargo. It rocked back and forth and side to side. It was a ship and the boy, no more than fifteen, was hiding. The memories moved quickly to when he met a man. An elf. He was in another continent, far to the east. There, the boy was ostracized, nearly put to death when caught. But he was welcomed by a lone being in his home and taught the way of their world. The first language he learned how to read and write was elven. The first sword he picked up had a curved blade. Then came the fires. The people that screamed and sought to put the outsider on a stake. His mentor died that night, when his home burned down at the hands of the mob.

Fast forward to the boy turned a man, young and brash, eager to see the world's deepest and darkest corners. Then nothing. Just black and a red glare.

A headache.

"Nngh.." He grunted, placing his left hand on his head. "I'm Rekkan, I'm a traveler." The swordsman told the shapeshifter, though he was talking more to himself, to remember himself. "I was born in the north of Taemar, to the Batsaikhan. My mother, she was the tribe's shamanka. She guided our fallen. We were... We were the strongest, yes." And then, a deep sense of wanderlust. He strayed from his tribe's life. "But I didn't fit in. I did, but then didn't." He recalled the evening his mother did something to him. "One night, I just wanted to leave. I just wanted to find myself."

But at the same time, those memories were overlapped by the notion that he has been far, far away. Far from Marin and even the world, perhaps. He closed his eyes and, when he opened them, Rekkan remembered being asleep for a long time, slowly coming to be and moving on feeling and sound, latching onto and drawing energy from other beings. Seeing through their eyes.

"This makes no sense. These memories, are they mine?" He questioned himself out loud. He placed his hands on Marsila's shoulders and stared at her. He tried to break that crazed pattern of thought and did so by pulling her in. He kissed her lips, possessed, bearing a tight hug around her. The shifter could feel the intensity of his actions and how volatile they were, overwhelming logic.

He feared he'd try something far worse if he didn't do it, that something was taking control as memories flooded.
Leon
In Marsila's eyes, she saw both Rekkan and herself as lost souls. She was forced to witness the wanderer talk himself like a mad man, trying to make sense of himself, like he had little clue to what he was, or who he was. It almost hurt her having to watch him suffer with his own mind, knowing she had no way of helping him through it. 

"Rekkan." She began, wanting to find a solution to help the wanderer. Marsila wasn't able to continue when Rekkan suddenly pulled her in closer towards him, pressing his lips against her own. 

The shifter froze, unable to comprehend what was happening. Her train of thoughts were quick to fade as she began to feel uneased by his actions. Not that she didn't enjoy that he was kissing her, it was the timing and reason for it. His lips moved against hers harshly, almost forced in hopes to distract himself. 

She brought her hands up, struggling as she was pressed tightly against him. Eventually her hands found their way towards his chest and attempted to put some space between the two by giving him a forceful push. 

"You need to get a hold of yourself Rekkan. You're not thinking rationally" Was he not moments ago telling her that she needed to find a way to control?
David
He felt the hands of the shapeshifter on his chest and the sudden push that made his body rock backward. His right foot caught up with the force of the knock and stomped the ground, balancing himself not to trip.

When she told him he needed to get a hold of himself, the wanderer grit his teeth shortly and nodded. The caravan was already far enough to nearly disappear in the distance. They wasted too much time already.

"You're right. Let's go!" He said sharply, almost growling the words as he walked with an imposing pace past her. Rekkan did not wait, self absorbed in how foolish he looked.

When he arrived at the rear of the caravan, there were mixed stares. But in the distance, there was some respite. The great lake Fey extended itself beyond the eye could see and in its shores were the wooden houses that made up the hunting lodges and fishing huts.
Leon
When he walked past her, she eyed his back as he got further away. She was confused by his actions and hoped she hadn't made him upset by thinking she had rejected him. She never could tell what that man was thinking, his features were almost similar to a statue. 

A saddened sigh left her lips before she began walking towards the caravan's with a fastened pace until she was once again by Rekkan's side, though now silent. She feared to say something that may trigger whatever had happened before. Instead, Marsila kept her gaze ahead, ignoring any of the looks she received. 

Once they had arrived at the lake, Marsila was surprised they had managed their way without any disruptance. She had expected some bounty hunters to intrude on their journey. Perhaps they were spending this time to reform their groups and strategies. If luck was on their side, then maybe Twiss and Swass would know more information on this, they would have had to have spent some time with the other mercenaries.
David
Ymir and his hunters were the first to arrive at Lake Fey. He was in the middle of catching up with old friends as the rest of the caravan parked the wagons on the edges of the hunting lodge. The hunters and fishermen present welcomed the refugees better than Antonius expected. They met with elder Thomas and helped bring the old and the wounded to one of the buildings to rest. Some supplies were offered, others were bartered between the hunters and the refugees. The people of lake Fey couldn't just give all their things away.

With half a day to spare, the group decided to settle for the day.

Twiss went to meet up with Rekkan and Marsila, but he was confused as to how the tall man broke from the girl and himself without words and moved to the edge of the lake, the edge of the settlement. He didn't want to be with anyone, not while his mind was telling him to do bad things.

"What's up with him?" Twiss asked Marsila.
Leon
She had been too focused on watching Rekkan leave without a word to notice Twiss's presence until he spoke. Now with the amulet laying comfortably against her chest, she her body didn't feel with dread and anxiety with him near. This was an excellent example in the shifter's eyes as to why she needed the necklace. 

"Honestly? I have absolutely no idea. I think something happened to him when he was younger and he is struggling to understand who or what he is." She replied, basing this off the way he had acted earlier around her and the comment he had said. 

"This is only what I assume. I'm worried about him."

Shaking her head softly as she tore her gaze from the wanderer to Twiss. "How is your brother?"
David
Twiss was sincerely relieved that Marsila did not speak with him in the same manner she reacted the first time around. Although he had made a bad decision, Rekkan gave him a chance that made him consider all the things his father tried to teach him when he was younger. The nineteen year old scratched the top of his head, unsure as to what to say to that. It was good that the shapeshifter continued on with asking how his friend he was.

"He's not my brother, but I understand the error. Similar names and all. Our dads are best friends and, what do you know? We're best friends too. It's kinda like an old family tradition as far as I know, because our families were always very close. Funny, right?"

"He's recovering fast. That medicine the old man left us works wonders!"He said quite enthusiastically at that. Swass was his childhood friend. They've been through thick and thin through every decision. It was Swass that took the first step to joining the crooked mercenary band thinking of the sellswordslife as one of knights and great men. Or an easier way to get there. Needless to say they were a bit simple minded. "We convinced Priscilla to rest up too. She's very kind!"
Leon
He was not what she expected to say the least. Marsila had imagined something completely different out of the men who had been hunting her and Rekkan down, but Twiss had proven her otherwise. 

The way he spoke of his friend brought a small smile to her face despite what she was feeling. She almost envied the way he spoke of Swass, wishing she had that type of bond with another being as his face brightened at the mention of him. Even though Rekkan and her grew closer every passing day, they still had some troubles reflecting their feelings upon one another, especially with many criminals attempting to claim the bounty. 

"Priscilla is amazing." She felt terrible over Bran's death and how it slowly began to eat away at the medicine woman by pushing her through unhealthy methods. However when Twiss mentioned that he had convinced her to rest, Marsila was visibly relieved. 

"Thank you for getting her to rest." She said simply. "So how is it that you found your way into that group? You and your friend don't seem like cold-blooded killers."