Dawn Treader Valley sufrimiento

men, around her, the silent ones. the accented ones. all of them spoke that language, one she did not know. the scent of rabbit hotly filled the warm air. she felt his shoulder against her own and wanted to lash at him, but refrained. instead, silvertongue stood and kept her eyes upon the sand, grunting with effort. "i have to go. soon." soon. what was soon? tears filled her gaze and she fought the impending sobs, limping slowly back toward the cave.