The odd, serene darkness that been there had vanished, the strange silver breastplate gone as the dress seemed to be white once more. She was quiet as they made their way to the caravan, her eyes on those before her. Many of the villagers were quiet,  the healers working quick to heal those injured as they were pulled in wagons and carriages. The villagers had gotten the horses from the stables hitched to help move people faster, though her mother was soon rushing towards the two of them. "There you two are, I was so worried." She said, sounding exhausted. Simon was soon to follow behind her. "You need to rest, Elisa." Her said, sighing a bit. She had been healing most of the time she had been with the caravan.