Erik was right she needed to get it together, this was not the time to panic not when it seemed that they had entered into the world from her dreams. Years of therapy and thousands of dollars had been a waste, like she often told her mother, just wait till she got home she was going to so rub it in her mother's face. That was of course if she could indeed find her way home again, she will, she will find a way back for her and Erik; she was not going to start losing it again. He needed her and she needed him, they needed each other and not no other reason then that she was going to keep it together to make sure he made it home safely. For some unknown reason she felt that this was largely her fault and so she was not going to just leave him her to try and make it on his own.<br/><br/>Taking a deep calming breath Shawne looked around the small make shift camp once more, her mind still not really believing what she was seeing but she forced herself to cope and deal. Looking to Lucian and his wound she went to him without a word, "Here....let me take a look at that...." she tells him, having recalled that bit of field medicine her mother made her remember so that in case of an emergency she was not so useless or helpless. Checking his wound carefully she noticed that there was still a good sized chunk of wood stuck in it that would need to come out before it could begin to heal properly. Looking up at the others, "Does anyone have a knife perhaps? I need something sharp to help cut and dig this piece of wood out of his back?" she spoke in surprisingly calm tone as her mind focused on the task at hand, still she knew Erik was a big reason as to her current state of mind so she was going to make sure to thank him later for it.<br/><br/>While the group continued on with their talking, the group of men sent by the king charged across the land, a jeweled pendant held in the hand of their leader. The Queen had given him the item as  means to help guide them, the light would grow brighter the closer they got to the Chosen. Thus far it was a low pulse but the further they traveled north the brighter it did seem to become so the men did not waste time trying to stop and ask any of the local village people as they rode through if they had seen of the Chosen. For once the men were truly pleased with whom their King had chosen to marry, even if she was from a witch tribe and spent far too much time in her private chambers doing the Gods know what. At the moment it seemed that she was the one who had brought their salvation to them, she was the bringer of the Chosen and had been the one to find the ancient text that spoke of them. Now one could only hope that this legend was true and they would restore the balance and bring peace back to the land, because if not then they were all surely wasting their time. The Dark lord was a man to be feared for a reason and if the Chosen were nothing but false hopes and dreams created by the witch woman, then it was best to just charge into battle and prey to the Gods for a swift and honorable death.