Witch's Marsh haunt

She felt Lestan would keep his word, though it seemed some time had passed since Swordfish had last been seen. She wondered if she should call into question why they had split up- but she did not want to delay his mission any longer. 

Tank you, Lestan. I will tell ‘im dis. She said. She gave him a smile, though it fell short of reaching her eyes. To her brother she looked then, her expression drawn and wan; they would be on the move again, regardless of how weary they felt. The free lands were dangerous, and they would need shelter before long.