<div align="center">*</div>Aryia dismounted and approached Akara cautiously, while healing her Aryia talked, although it didnt seem the values of Mistpeak was anything that desert princess looked like she was ready to adopt, still words flowed.<br/><br/><strong>"Fleeing and retreating isnt thought of as weak to Mistpeak people, Perhaps to a proud warrior I was too fast to choose it, but after that cave in I thought it sensible, and after seeing so many surely so.. for retreating is one with the ebb and flow of waves on the shore, for pulling away from engagement were sensible, like the moon, like the stars, seasons, tides. We don't see it as shameful for nothing is forever we will return, stronger than before, more prepared."<br/></strong><br/>There healing was completed, the clothes about the wound were still caked with blood and ripped in parts but the flesh below was healed perfectly, without scaring scratch, bruising or any sign that injury ever occurred. Akara deflty took some powerful healing potions and a res potion from her saddle backs and thrusted it in Akara's.<br/><strong><br/>"Akara you have the best of healing potions in your saddle back now. I will run inside and hand over the vial-soul-samples to the sages and explain the situation, Your a master-rider I am not. You can fight from horseback most can't well not well anyway, not like your people can. Whatever foolishness Ravus has planned for him self if any can save him from it I feel you can. Perhaps the potions in your back you can shove down his throat I don't know. I will return with more help shortly if you wish to rush back into the action you can, I know how proud your people are, and know linging for discussions on such things when others are fighting frays at your soul. But please remember<br/>warrior or not your the leader of your people ! They look up to you for more things than just defending them against monsters. Being killed for a proud cause is one thing, living for your people gives more in the long run."</strong><br/><br/>Akara's eyes became steely, perhaps she hated Aryia's suggestion that retreat was natural and something to emulate, perhaps she simply hated Aryia, perhaps she hated the situation. With proud people who knew, all were good at hiding emotion. She may linger to organize something else she had in mind or spring back into it, it was anyone's guess.<br/><br/>Ayria kissed her quickly on her forehead, a sign of affection for the soul behind the flesh among her own people and bound up the stairs into the palace.<br/><br/>