<b>The resounding echo of the gates continued to ring in Pegawen's ears long after they could see them. The rest, though mandated by Allassiel's wound, had been necessary for everyone. Still, as she glanced over at her cousin, riding alongside Thorgan, she couldn't help but wish that they'd been able to remain one more day. She'll be fine. Pegawen shook her head and spurred her steed forward to catch up with Lotharn. <br/>
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Allassiel chuckled. She'd been watching Pegawen's furtive glances in her direction all morning. Despite the soreness she still felt, Allassiel sat tall in her saddle. She'd not give the healer any reason to doubt her ability to keep going. “Where did you say we'd stop for the rest?” she asked him over the sounds of hoofbeats. She knew that Pegawen would eventually insist, and Allassiel knew that – urgent or not – they'd do no one any favors if they were too tired to fight. <br/>
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Especially Thorgan and the hobbits. <br/>
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By the afternoon, she could tell it wasn't just her that felt sore. The hobbits, despite their lack of complaint, were shifting uncomfortably in their saddles, unaccustomed to riding anything bigger than small ponies. Even the sturdier horses were feeling the strain of the slope as it led them further up into the mountain pass. <br/>
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She scanned the area, then pointed to a small alcoved spot where a mountain stream passed through. “There,” she motioned to Thorgan. “We can let the horses and the hobbits rest before continuing.</b>