“Alright,” Xen nods, “I would have said so earlier but you were so...focused,” she continues, glancing over her shoulder to keep an eye on Morgan, or possibly the fey folk’s settlement. The barbarian frowns as the healer mentions her next course of action, “Can’t we just head out and send an elf to the Hill Fort? It’s you they want Aeryn, they will understand. That Chastley guy better. He may be too much of a coward to send soldiers of his own, but he had better understand why we must go immediately,”