it's our deal.

Eudial was no stranger to bloodshed.

Early that day, one of the greener recruits of the Scoia'tael had engaged a dh'oine patrol venturing outside of the nearby town. The young elf's reward for his impulsive bravery was a sword to the gut.

It was hard for her to concentrate between the man's screams and constant squirming, despite being held down by two others, and his sister beside them's cries for Eudial to save his life with her magic as his blood spilled out and soaked the soil beneath them.

She managed to stabilize his condition, but she knew all too well what would have been his fate if she had not been there to treat him. As well as the Scoia'tael had organized themselves considering their situation, no normal medic would have been able to bring a man back from the brink of death.

As the day was nearly spent and dusk had settled in, Eudial retreated to a quiet hill within the area that the Scoia'tael were currently occupying. Valuing the rare opportunity to be alone and left to her thoughts as her new company had begun to trust her more, she sat by herself next to a now dwindling fire. Watching the moon rise high into the sky from the hill she relaxed on while listening to the quiet ambience of the thick forest and low chatter coming from the caves below helped assuage her.

Until a voice came from behind her.

"Are you cold?"

Eudial turned her head quickly. It was Iorveth. Realizing that she had let herself relax to the point that she hadn't heard him approach, Eudial tried to hide that he had startled her. In his hands was a bundle of cloth held out towards her.

She stood slowly, taking a few steps and looking towards the bundle curiously. It was hard to see now that the fire she had been sitting with was burning low.

Reaching her hand out, Eudial inspected the cloth gingerly. It was a cloak. She knew it came from a dh'oine, either killed by his unit or he himself. Probably from the same encounter that morning. Surprisingly, it looked clean enough considering how it had likely come into Iorveth's hands.

"Give it to one of the others. Surely someone must need it more," Eudial kept her gaze low, not looking up to meet his green eyes looking down at her. However, a faint smile crept it's way onto her face even as she declined his souvenir.

Iorveth shook his head, though she didn't see it. Eudial could hear him sigh in what sounded like annoyance. How peculiar it was that a sorceress putting the comfort of his men above her own was what vexed him. Eudial turned her back to him again, returning to her seat to stoke the dwindling fire.

It was quiet for a moment until the sound of his footfalls on the grass and dirt came towards her, and she felt the heavy cloth placed roughly on her shoulders.

"Just take it, will you? You'll be more comfortable tonight," His voice was as gruff as he himself was. Eudial turned her head slightly, but not enough to look up at him, and gently pulled the cloak over her chest instead of insisting it goes to someone else a second time.

Iorveth then walked away, but then the sound of his steps stopped again.

"And thank you. For what you did earlier today," His voice was somewhat softer this time.

This time Eudial fully turned herself to look at him, but now he was the one looking in another direction, "It's our deal."