Dragoncrest Cliffs I hope you find your peace, falling on your knees, praying.

The sound of movement behind her, then alongside her hiding place, caused Indra to unravel. She was shivering as much from the salty wind as she was from fear. When Val spoke she partially stood up - wilted in posture - and looked with tired red-rimmed eyes upon him.

When someone arrived from the opposite direction Indra ducked and pressed herself close to Val. She didn't appear to care about personal space; there was comfort to be found where she wedged herself in to his side, like a gosling trying to hide beneath mother goose's wing.

The woman that came to them was a black void. Indra couldn't look at them at all; her own eyes stole glances at Val, then briefly at Chacal when she moved from the Tangle to join the pair, watching for signs of distress. If they were going to run from this woman Indra would be ready at the first sign of trouble.

It sounded like Chacal knew this woman. Val was in high spirits, which was all that really mattered to Indra, but the lost girl was too anxious to speak or do much beyond cower beside her friend.