Dragoncrest Cliffs But I won't pray, I've made my grave and I'll sleep in it

Did she? She thought idly, watching impartially as he turned to leave.  She didn't throw any parting remarks, but would certainly keep a close eye out for him as she left... how did she know if he'd be lying in wait along the way?

She didn't care to ask him anything, or to know why he was here and not with them.  She didn't care why they left, or where they went.  She'd be glad if she never saw another Drageda face again.

But later, she'd realize that this meeting did give her something.  He hadn't cared whether she lived or died... and he hadn't attacked her.  It seemed maybe, if she honestly was gone, their leader's intent towards her had died as well.  She might be able to walk the coast in relative safety now.  

At this moment, however, she simply watched him disappear, waiting to gather her strength and make the trek back to the sound.