Several days later, they were at the foot of the mountains again. Kendra sat off to the side, her back towards them. No one could get her to talk anymore. It was as if she had changed. Sam had started a fire and everyone was sitting around it. Aragorn looked up from lighting his pipe and stared at Kendra's back. He finally stood up and walked over to her.
"You okay?" he asked, settling down beside her.
Kendra shook her head, turning her face away from him.
"What is wrong? Why aren't you talking to us anymore?"
"You don't think it strange that one minute my eyes are steel gray and then the next they are solid silver. I am surprised you didn't throw me out of your first camp after we got out of that storm."
"Why should we? You saved our lives. I don't care if you have powers that none of us have," he said, resting a hand on her shoulder.
Kendra turned to face him, her gray eyes looking deep into his. She was searching for something, anything that would show he was lying to her. When she couldn't find anything, she smiled a little.
"It has been so long since someone has found out that I have powers and hasn't tried to kill me because of it."
"Will you join us back in the camp?"
"Yes."