<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>"No, that's quite alright," Larissa reassured. Looking past Kasala and at Brecca and offered an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry, but I need to speak with Kasala alone." It seemed Brecca had been given some of Kasala's burden - it felt almost selfish to ask the barmaid to leave, but after everything that happened that day, Larissa felt a little right to some selfishness. "Please," she added, her own voice shaky.<br/><br/>Once Brecca had taken her leave, Larissa would reach out and cupped Kasala's cheek. With a thumb she'd wiped away what tears were on her face. "We found the guardswoman - they didn't take her; she was left at the edge of the forest with no further ceremony than a few arrows. They took Pinna for reason. It makes sense really. They were stalking the town all this time, searching for something. And they found it - in the form of a potion maker. They need her. She's alive. And we'll get her back."<br/><br/>While she spoke, trying to comfort and reassure Kasala, Larissa would be utterly oblivious to the tears streaming down her own cheeks.