Tyrects, coming back to the group out of the darkness and seeing the woman looking unwell in front of him, asks "Should I carry her? We must be moving."
“Yes, I think that might be a good idea.” says Quiberron.
"No no. I'm okay. I need to walk." Del focuses on her breathing.
"Fair enough, Foxgirl."
Quiberron calls out to Flynn and Roland, “I still don’t know what’s going on between you two, but it is upsetting Del and delaying our return. Every minute may be important in administering an antidote to High Lord Fennix. Please save your quarrel for some other time.”
Flynn's head snaps to the new voice, right handed fingers drumming rapidly against his palm. His eyes are glazed and his breathing is ragged, but he inhales deeply and holds it for just a moment. When it leaves his body, it is much more controlled. "I need to stay for a moment. I'll catch up when I have my emotions under control. Go." He steps to the side, out of the way and turns to face away.
Turning from the Foxgirl to Flynn, Tyrects lowers his voice and waits for the others to depart before saying, "The battle is not here, Master Scar. But if you need to burn off some energy, I am always ready to train."
Flynn grunts an affirmative and trudges off the path into the grass.
In a dangerous political climate, several expeditions are made to the infamous Wilds in hopes of expanding the country, Urbane, and avoiding an all out civil war. But, when the lord in charge of the excursions is almost assassinated, tensions increase and put new pressures on the brave explorers.