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With a jerk, her face was turned towards the elf standing beside her.
"No! You must look at what you've done." With that she was again turned towards the mass below.
Still taking short, quick gasps of air, Devessa jerked her head away from the deathlike grip which held her face.
"Well?" the elf continued to prod.
Devessa shook her head, not understanding what he wanted from her.
"I don't... understand..." she mumbled.
"The thorns! How... Why did you do it?!"
Again, Devessa shook her head, even more confused. She just couldn't remember what had happened.
Devessa could hear the soft, hesitant footsteps behind her. A few words were mumbled to the elf which had carried her here before the footsteps quickly retreated.
"Kaen? Lady Maliar just arrived."
So that's his name, Devessa mused as he gave a short nod and headed back for the camp, leaving his companion to again carry her.
The End