Sir Javeth, your fiancé.

Sir Javeth enters the tent, his young face is strained with the stress of the situation, and although he has been trying to remain strong for your sake, you see a hint of fear and worry in his eyes.

"How are you today, lady Evelyn?" he probes, worry in his voice.

"I'm well enough, Sir" you reply meekly, lowering your eyes, a slight blush colouring your cheeks at his gallantry.

"Are you sure my lady? A military encampment can be a... difficult place to be for a young woman with a gentle upbringing" he replies.

"Yes, Javeth, I appreciate the concern but the soldiers have been kind and accepting if a little bawdy" you glance up and give him a small reassuring smile, "I would like to know however when we will be moving on to Wyndham, we've camped here for two days now, and while I appreciate the rest, surely the Llewyn army must be starting to get close to us?" your smile falters, and your eyes drop to the beaten grass on the floor, counting the blades in nervousness.

"That's what I actually came to see you about, a stew is being served at the campfire, and after you've finished eating we will be on our way, we have about two days travel to get to Wyndford, and from there it should be another two days to the capital, should conditions be favourable" he places a hand on your shoulder, and although slightly inappropriate considering your state of undress, the gesture succeeds in reassuring you.

He lifts his hand, gives you one more smile and brushes out of the tent flaps, he surely has plenty of work on his plate. Sighing heavily, you put on a dress suitable for travel, and quickly groom yourself to a modest standard. Once you've finished, you slip on your Myhrinese Doe medallion and face the entrance to your tent, taking a deep breath to settle your nerves.