<b>Pegawen returned with Allassiel's armour, and a set of robes for her to wear until they were ready to leave. She noted that Thorgan, who'd been hovering near the door when she left, was no longer there. Likely called off to tend to his men, she thought and pushed the door open to step inside. She crossed the room and laid everything on Allassiel's bed as her cousin finished drying off.</b><br/><br/>“<b>I brought you something lighter to wear until we leave. It makes no sense for you to have to wear you armour until then.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'd argue with you,” Allassiel snorted, “but you're right.” She dropped the towel onto a table and headed over to pick up the robe. “I can't recall ever being this sore.”</b><br/><br/>“<b>I'm sure if you thought long enough, you could.” Pegawen helped Allassiel put her arms through the sleeves, before going around front to fasten it up. “At least you're alive. What was Rakothûrz thinking?”</b><br/><br/>“<b>He's an orc. They aren't always known for thinking.” While it was true enough, Allassiel had heard enough of the shaman's mutterings on the way to the cave to know that Rakothûrz had plans for her. Pegawen didn't need to hear that, it would worry her. “It's too bad we're not in Lorien, because I could use a long soak ...”</b><br/><br/><b>She was interrupted as Thorgan called into the room. “A hot bath?” Pegawen grinned at Allassiel and went to the door to let Thorgan in. “I think that would be the perfect thing for Allassiel now, and I confess I wouldn't mind one myself. Would you show us where they are?”</b>