<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y3n5ibZ.png)</div>Larissa kept her own grip firm, enough for Elaine to curl her own hand into even as her hold became constricting. What honestly had happened to Larissa that could compare to what her beloved was feeling? She had wept for Elaine's family, she had wept when she thought her beloved had perished. But she did not carry the weight of being the sole member of her house. She prayed that she would not have to know that.<br/><br/>Larissa gently rested her forehead against Elaine's. "It's a real tangled knot, isn't it?" She allowed a beat to pass for the acknowledgment to sink in. "I won't pretend to know how that exactly feels, Elaine. But I won't let you suffer it alone. ...she's remarkable, though, isn't she? I don't think you should feel any shame in having admiration for Dorokor. Ultimately, she was but the axe - Greymantle was the one that swung her. And now...we get to swing her right back at him."<br/><br/>Larissa pulled back to adjust the angle of her head and gave Elaine a gentle kiss. She stood offered Elaine her hand. "Let's call her together then. The top of the northern watchtower should suffice."<br/><br/>It had been about three days since the White Tusks had departed - assuming they had been traveling the whole time, it would take them about the same time to come back. It might have been cutting it close, but if they could surprise Pellton's forces with their sudden presence crashing into their flanks...well, it'd be worth it. Once they were at the top of the tower, Larissa would unhook the warhorn she had been gifted from Dorokor, took in a deep inhale of breath. And finally release into the mouthpiece of the horn.