Asha and Larissa followed the men quietly, holding each other for comfort. Ada was trembling... if it was out of pain or fear, the young princess could not possibly know. Still, she knew that her young servant was no longer in mortal danger, not if she got proper treatment soon enough, and that was a relief she could not voice. Not without revealing how the beautiful young woman had been healed partially.<br/>Men had noticed her wound... it would have been impossible for Larissa to fully heal her without raising any brows. And so, it would have to do.<br/><br/>Soon enough, they arrived to the camp. It was rather well organized, and these barbarians didn't seem as violent and deranged as Larissa would have pictured them to be, thank the Gods. Of course they were still savages. Of course they were not to be trusted, but a the very least they seemed rational and minimally coherent. They didn't needlesly hurt their prisoners. It was all the kindness Larissa could hope for right now, and she'd take it graciously.<br/><br/>She couldn't help but open her baby blue eyes in surprise as the tent they were lead to was answered by a young woman who bared a striking resemblance to the subjects of her own kingdom, probably women from nearby towns and villages. Larissa tried to stop her lip from trembling, and simply managed to lower her head as she listened quietly and was relieved to hear a apothecary would be arriving soon, though food was the last of her worries. Asha would need nourishment, though, so it was of course welcomed news.<br/><br/>The two young woman entered the tent carefully, Larissa holding her handmaiden close. The moment the man left, though, she hurried to aid Asha on one of the bedrolls, extending it on the floor. Larissa stared up at the women speaking to her. Not slaves. Isorla. What were these women speaking about? She didn't much care, her fate was quite clear to the princess. Her kingdom was no more, and she had failed her people. She didn't deserve her crown any longer.<br/><br/>"The capital has fallen" Her voice was dire and low, riddled with obvious pain over the subject "The castle destroyed, entire households burned to the ground... All hope vanished by these savages..."<br/><br/>Larissa stopped herself from speaking further, turning towards her handmaiden for a moment and holding her hand. Oh, how she wished she could fully heal her. But it would be far too risky. They needed to keep their wits upon them, they simply had to be careful.<br/><br/>"Soon an apothecary will come to help you, Asha. Do not fret" She muttered, before turning her attention once again towards the other women "She's Asha, and I'm Lar... Lara. I'm Lara. We're both servants to the castle... Or at least we were, not long ago. The royal family has fallen, and Fayedge is no more... It has been conquered."<br/><br/>She wanted to sob. She wanted to break down and whimper. And yet, Larissa was still a princess in heart. She'd stay strong. She'd endure. A member of the royal family of the once great kingdom of Fayedge didn't crumble so easily. She'd endure... somehow.