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Chapter 15:
"She just left?" Farkas asked his brother again.
Vilkas kept his head lowered and nodded. "Aye, she did. Her armour and weapons are gone. She must have left when we were all asleep." When he woke that morning, he realised straight away that Hana was not in her room, or next to him. He had scanned around the room, but all of her personal belongings she would take with her where gone and the note stuck to the door. It tore his heart apart.
"We can't just stay here Vilkas! We have to go after her!" Farkas bellowed.
"No Farkas. We are to stay here and not interfere. We don't want her to worry about us getting caught up with the Thalmor." Vilkas sighed. "And someone is going to have to tell Lockan. That I can't wait to do," he rolled his eyes at the remark and got up from his stool in Farkas's room.
"I can't believe she just left." Farkas murmured.
"I can. She was right about one thing, Lockan had been keeping her shielded since the attack. No wonder she left, I was just hoping it wasn't going to be so soon." Vilkas mumbled as he walked over to the door.
Vilkas left his brother's room, his heart crushed on the inside. He knew that she was going to leave, but didn't expect her to leave so soon, especially after they had just been intimate. As much as his wolf spirit demanded to chase after her, he just couldn't.
He walked down to Lockans room and heard both Kodlak and Lockan talking. He stood at the door way, his arms crossed against his chest. Lockan and Kodlak stopped whatever conversation they were having and looked at him. "I'm sorry to interrupt you harbinger, and you too Lockan but I have something you need to read." Vilkas spoke with as much confidence he could muster. He had to admit, Lockan was a scary bastard when he was angry, and Vilkas didn't particularly want to see that side of him today.
"It's fine Vilkas," Kodlak nodded.
"What is it?" Lockan asked with a raised eyebrow.
Vilkas gulped and handed the letter over to Lockan with shaky hands. In an instant, Lockan's expression went from neutral to no expression at all. Lockan handed the note over to Kodlak and rested his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Not the reaction Vilkas was expecting.
"When did she leave?" Lockan asked, his voice low and muffled from his hands.
"She must have left at the early hours of the night when we were sleeping. Her armour and bag are gone when I woke." Vilkas stated shaking his head.
Kodlak nodded his head in agreement, "Aye, I am not surprised as you are Lockan as to her leaving. It was expected that she was going to leave, especially after your fight with her."
Lockan shook his head and looked towards Kodlak, "We have to go after her Kodlak, she doesn't know what she is getting herself into to!" he stated, his voice filled with worry.
"Lockan, you can't keep looking at her like a wounded animal," Vilkas stated plainly, "She made it all the way to Skyrim, survived helgen, gone through crypts and who else knows where. You need to trust her."
Sure, she was going to infiltrate one of the most highly guarded Embassies in Skyrim and that she might not come back, but he couldn't afford to think like that. She would come back, she had to.
"I agree, she will come back lad, after all she is Dragonborn. I'm sure if you were in her position, you would feel the same way, having the constant worry." Kodlak assured the Nord.
Lockan only nodded in acceptance and left the room in a hurry, probably to go take his anger out on one of the training dummies.
Vilkas turned back to his harbinger, worry in his eyes, "Isn't it wise that one of us try and shadow her?"
"Nay, we have to trust she knows what she is doing." Kodlak only sighed, rubbing his temple.
0o0
"I have no idea what I'm doing Delphine and if I get killed from this today, you're going to have the Companions hunt you down!" She yelled at the woman as she changed into her ridiculous party clothes. She had given all her equipment to Malborn, a wood elf that would smuggle her equipment into the embassy for her. Luckily she had bought a mass amount of lock picks on her way to Solitude after meeting Delphine from a Khajit caravan, earning some nervous looks from some of the cats.
"I care not of your 'family', just get it, get the paper work and get out. Malborn will give your stuff and get on with it. Here's your invitation. Remember my life and Malborns life are in your hands." Delphine said cooly.
"Right, so my life doesn't matter?" Hana spat at the Breton. She didn't know how she had put up with Delphine for a day, but it didn't take long for the Blade character to annoy her to the core. As gracefully as she could, she got up onto the carriage.
"If that's how you interpret it, than yes." Delphine shrugged as the wooden carriage started moving. Delphine was lucky Hana was leaving, otherwise she would have jumped off the carriage and strangled the bitch.
Soon the anger subsided, replaced by guilt. As soon as she Hana had spoken to Delphine, she had gone back to her room, and started sobbing like a lost child. Leaving everyone behind back at Jorrvaskrr, not even saying a thorough good bye to everyone, but she had to otherwise she wouldn't be able to this.
She clutched the invitation in her hand as she neared the gates towards the Thalmor Embassy, closer to death. The carriage stopped with a sudden halt, shifting Hana off balance slightly. Using the wooden frame for help, she got off the carriage and strode over to the gates, invitation in hand.
"Welcome to the Thalmor Embassy. Your invitation, please," the Thalmor wizard asked of her.
"Here you go," Hana said trying to keep her voice steady while handing over the piece of paper.
The wizard nodded in accepted and asked for the gates to be opened. Hana walked through the gates to the metal door. Heat pooled over her body as she entered the main hall of the embassy, sworming with high nobles and the snobbiest of Jarls, like Maven Black-Briar.
Hana spotted Malborn standing behind a counter, motioning her to go over to him. Hana was about to walk over when she was interrupted by another High Elf.
"Welcome. I don't believe we're met. I am Elenwen, the Thalmor Ambassador to Skyrim. And you are …?
Hana hesitated at the question. She was told about Elenwen by Delphine and how she was never to be trusted. The tall Altmer just stood in front of her, her bright golden eyes staring down at her.
"You're Elenwen? I've heard so much about you!" Hana improvised, trying to stall for time.
"Have you? All good, I trust. But you have met at a disadvantage. I'm afraid I know nothing about you…" the Altmer carried on.
Hana was running out of ideas for what to say but didn't have to worry at Malborn coughed from behind her. "Madame Ambassador, I'm sorry to interrupt.." Hana let out a sharp breath of relief.
"What is it, Malborn?" Elenwen spat at the wood elf.
"It's just that we've run out of the Alto win. Do I have your permission to uncork the Arenthia red?"
"Of course. I have told you before not to bother me with such trifles." The Altmer huffed.
"Yes, Madame Ambassador," Malborn nodded and went back to the bar.
"My apologies. We'll have to get better acquainted later. Please, enjoy yourself." Elenwen nodded and walked off. 'Yeah I'm good Elenwen, I already know enough about you.'
Hana sighed in relief and walked as elegantly as she could, almost failing to look like a damned noble, over towards the counter Malborn was standing behind.
"You made it in. Good," he sighed in relief and glanced towards the guards, standing at each pillar in the hall. "As soon as you distract the guards, I'll open this door and we can get you on your way. Let's hope we both live through this day."
"You're telling me," Hana sighed and looked around the room. A bard in the corner of the room was playing a distasteful elven music. 'Like that will do much use.' She scanned the room and saw a very tipsy man sipping on a bench, guards on either sides of him. Hana had a small grin plastered on her face and walked back over to Malborn. "I'm ready."
"Of course. Let me see if we have another bottle of that," Malborn declared spinning on his heel, "I'll be waiting by the door for everyone to be distracted."
Hana nodded in response and swiped a bottle of wine off the bench, walking over to Razelan, the very tipsy nobleman.
"What does a fellow need to do to get a drink around here?" He bellowed, an angry scowl on his face. Boy had she seen an angry scowl like that before.
"You look thirsty," she laughed, "I could easily help you out." She brought the bottle of wine from behind her back and waved the green bottled liquor in front of his face.
"Oh my friend, you are a generous soul!" He smiled trying to grab at the bottle suspended by Hana's hand. She pulled the bottle away further from the man.
"Ah, not quite sir. I have to ask you a favour first." She smirked. "I need you to create a distraction."
Razelan laughed and grabbed the bottle from Hana's hand, taking a swig from the bottle. "That is all? You are one strange lady, but it shall be done." He got up from his stool and stumbled towards the centre of the room, the bottle of wine held in his hand above his head. Hana giggled at the man as he called for everyones attention.
While everyone gathered around the drunken man, Hana slipped away to the back of the bar meeting Malborn. He opened a door for her to continue through rather hastily and closed it shut before anyone noticed, hiding in what seemed to be a pantry area.
"So far, so good. Let's hope nobody saw us slip out. We need to pass through the kitchen. Your gear is hidden in the larder. Just stay close and let me do any talking, got it?" Malborn fussed, which Hana only nodded in response.
Malborn opened the door leading to the kitchen were a Khajit assistant was tending to a stew near the open fire. "Who comes, Malborn? You know I don't like strange smells in my kitchen." She carried on with a light lisp. 'Like you smell any better dearie,' Hana scoffed to herself. Her wolf spirit howling at the cat.
"A guest, feeling ill. Leave the poor wretch be." Malborn confirmed and kept walking.
"A guest? In the kitchens? You know this is against the rules…"
"Rules , is it, Tsavanni? I didn't realise that eating Moon Sugar was permitted. Perhaps I should ask the Ambassador…"
The cat hissed at the elf, "Tss! Get out of here. I saw nothing."
Malborn pushed Hana towards a door and closing it behind him. "You're gear is in that chest. I'll lock the door behind you. Don't screw this up."
"Thanks for the confidence," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. Malborn left the room swiftly. She quickly ridded herself of her fine clothes and replaced them with the more familiar feeling of heavy armour, not her best choice for sneaking around a heavily guarded embassy. Shoving what lock picks she had with her into a small pouch, sheathed her ebony axe and held onto her shield, slowly opening the door towards a long corridor.
0o0
Only a few bolts of lightning, a Frost Astronach threatening to turn into pulp, a few flames and bounds swords later, Hana made her way through the Embassy, in what she thought was her best attempt of being sneaky. Sure the constant yelling of the guards weren't helping but it was her best attempt yet. How the heck could those damned elves summon a sword out of magic? This is crazy!
She sculled a potion of healing, slightly gagging at its content and pushed on deeper into the embassy. Hana walked through the winding hallways, she found herself in a small office, two guards staring down at her. She was trapped because of her carelessness. "Would you believe that I got lost?" She smiled innocently but her smile fading as the two guards pulled out their sword, their other hand glowing with some kind of magic. "Okay, I'm not the best liar," Hana shrugged and grabbed her axe, twisting it around in the air.
A guard dressed in elven armour came charging at her, sparks flying from his hand. Hana's eyes opened wider, ducking in time, narrowly avoided being hit by the pure energy. Hana threw her axe towards the Altmer, making a new home in the centre of skull. The second guard yelled in anger and charged her, swinging his sword at her. Bringing her shield up, she pushed back against the elf. She swung her black shield, hitting the elf square in the chest making him stumble back. With him staggering, it left Hana with enough time to grab her axe from its resting place, plunging it down on the back of the Thalmor's neck, making him fall dead instantly.
Hana sheathed her axe and walked over to a desk, a key and three journals spread across the table. Obvious this was the paper work she needed, she scooped up the files and exited the room.' All of this just for damned paper work, this must be important,' she hummed as she walked through more stairs, leading towards a large wooden door. She carefully opened the door, not wanting to alert any guards that may be in the room below. Hana went through the door and found herself on a landing above a room, where a Thalmor wizard sat on his glorified arse, cleaning blood soaked tools.
Damned Thalmor and their methods of getting information. In the other end of the room, Hana could just see an figure in the darkness of the room. 'Well shit,' Hana palmed at her face before making her way down the stairs, towards the wizard.
Her best chance yet, she might as well try what Grace had taught her. She slipped her iron dagger from its hilt on her leg and crawled closer to the Thalmor. Keeping her breaths steady and making small movement, she crept closer to the elf. She had managed to get right behind him, even in her heavy armour. Standing slowly, she raised her dagger and with one slick motion, cut the throat of the wizard. Gurgling filled the room from the Altmer drowning in his own blood. He slumped in his chair, blood pooling bellow him.
Hana placed her dagger back into the hilt of her leg and walked over to the man chained to the wall.
"I told you, I don't know anything else about it," he wailed to her, obviously thinking that she was the Thalmor.
"I'm not here to torture you," Hana said calmly, squatting down to meet the Nords eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and had oozing wounds and scabs all over his body. The only clothes he wore were baggy and old pants.
"What? Who, "He choked, "What do you want then?"
"No time to explain," Hana sighed, getting up and unchaining him from the wall. "Let's get out of here."
"Yeah, sure, okay. Come on, this way. I've seen the guards use it to get rid of the bodies. It must lead somewhere."
"Aye, I'll follow you." Hana agreed. Suddenly the doors from upstairs swung forward, Mlaborn coming forward, two guards following him in toe. "Listen up spy. You're trapped in here, and we have your accomplice. Surrender immediately or you both die."
"Never mind me! I'm already dead!" Malborn cried, trying to pull away from the guards but was held steady.
"Silence traitor! Move," the guard barked at the wood elf. Hana grabbed for her dagger again, and threw it at one of the guards, going straight through his skull. Malborn used the distraction, pushing the other guard off the side of the balcony, letting him fall to the ground. Short after, Malborn screamed in pain, a large gash across his arm. Hana ran up to the fallen guard and finished him off, slamming her axe down on his chest.
Malborn raced down the stairs towards Hana, blood seeping from his arm, soaking his clothes, "What in the divines happened to stealth Hana!" Malborn fussed at her.
"You trust a Nord to be able to sneak? We're all alive, so get over it," Hana rolled her eyes and fished out a potion for Malborn. "Drink this and shut up."
"Now the Thalmor will be hunting me down for the rest of my life. I hope it was worth it," he grumbled taking the potion from Hana's hand.
Etienne, the prisoner, tapped Hana on the shoulder, "You two stop your bickering. We need to get out of here."
0o0
"Why is it that you always seem to be dragging me into dangerous positions Delphine that always have no point to it!" Hana stormed towards the Breton, slamming the files down into the desk. "Now the Thalmor will be chasing after me!" Hana had arrived in Riverwood barely living on any sleep from a week of travelling back to Riverwood, escaping Thalmor walking the roads plus bandits.
"Did they get your name?" Delphine asked, flipping through her own file the Thalmor had put together.
"No, luckily Malborn interrupted before Elenwen could get my name. And before you ask as far as I'm aware, they don't know that I'm Dragonborn." Hana sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"Then there is nothing to worry about. " Delphine shrugged flipped through more pages of the leather-covered file. "So what about the dragons?"
"No are you okay Hana? Or did you get hurt? Nay, the Thalmor know nothing about the dragons."
Delphine raised her eyebrows towards Hana, "Really? That seems hard to believe. You're sure about that?"
"Nay, they have new magic that can pull dead flying lizards out of the ground and destroy all of Skyrim. Of course I'm sure of it! We saw our self that another dragon was raising the others." Hana huffed, "But they are looking into it. They're looking for someone called Esbern."
Delphines eyes widened in shock. "Figures the old man would be getting hunted down by the Thalmor. I didn't think he was alive and that those Altmer had gotten him."
"Why would they be hunting the crazy old fool?" Hana quizzed Delphine, her patients growing thin.
"Esbern was one of the Blades archivists, back before the Thalmor smashed us in the Great War. He knew everything about the anciet dragonlore of the Blades. No body paid much attention to him, he was obsessed with the knowledge. I guess he isn't as crazy as what we thought."
"You don't say," Hana smirked, "Well they seem to think he's hiding out in Riften."
"Aye, probably in the Ratway. You better head to Riften then. Talk to Brynjolf, He is, what you could say, well connected. Oh and when you find Esbern, you may have some trouble getting him to trust you. Just ask him where he was on the 30th of Frostfall. He'll know what it means."
Hana nodded in reply, "Fine, but I'm not leaving straight away, I was just in a damned Thalmor Embassy! I need to rest otherwise I could pass out on the trip there."
"That is fine. Stay in one of the rooms for the night and leave in the morning, free of charge." Delphine said, flicking through another file.
"Wait you actually have a heart?" Hana snickered, grabbing her gear from the chest in the corner of the room. Delphine just rolled her eyes at Hana and went back to flipping through the notes.
Walking back up the stairs and towards her room, Hana could feel her exhaustion coming back to her. Her body ached from being bashed with shields and attacked by swords, let alone the damned magic that those elves used.
Her hair been singed further than the first dragon attack. It use to hang just to her waist but now had parts missing all the way up to her elbow. Grabbing her dagger and looking at the mirror in her small room, she started chopping off her hair, stopping it at her half way up her bicep. It was just long enough to pull to the side where it usually sat.
She pulled off her armour and changed into a simple tunic, wearing her garments underneath. Using the small washbasin in her room and a rag, she wiped away any grime on her face, mainly elven blood.
In an instant, she fell onto her bed and closed her eyes. Having left Vilkas earlier that week still nagged at her. She had travelled to Solitude with Delphine, taking more than 3 days travel than what was expected. Then waiting another week for Delphine to get her contacts in order, then waiting another few days for the actual party since she had missed the past 3 that had happened.
Slowly, sleep overcame her tired body, sending her into a dreamless sleep
0o0
Now she was stuck. Having to leave for Riften that morning was one of her worst decisions she had chosen. She had two ways to go. Go through Helgen, get attacked by Bandits and remember that black dragon, or, go past Whiterun, risking the guards seeing her and which they will probably talk of seeing the Dragonborn, or let alone run into someone she knows.
"Hana, there is a horse outside of the Inn for your travel." Delphine instructed her, as she left her room.
"Aye, thank you Delphine. I will return back here with Esbern, either dead or alive." Hana sassed, walking towards the door.
"Preferably alive," Delphine huffed.
Hana laughed to herself and left inn, and looked for the horse. It was just a plain chestnut horse, a young one at that. More likely to have more speed than one of her old horses back with her parents.
"Passing Whiterun it is," Hana sighed to herself, tying her bag to the saddle of the horse and leapt onto the horse.
By horse, Whiterun would be less than an hour away, then maybe another two days of travel if Hana was able to stay awake.
She spurred her horse on, continuing for Whiterun.
It took less time than what Hana had liked before she could see the walls of Whiterun in the distance. She sighed nervously and continued on the road, nearing the city.
Hana spurred her horse on faster, pacing them at a gallop as they went past the farm houses and then the stables. Hana made quick look around to make sure that there was no one that would recognize her. Luck was not on her side. 'Fuck' was the only word running through Hana's mind, slightly panicking. Farkas and Aela were talking to the stable keeper and Hana was going to run straight past them.
Hana looked over as she passed the stables, feeling as though things were going slower than usual. Both Aela and Farkas looked up at her while she scanned their faces. Next thing she knew, Farkas was yelling her name out. Hana kicked her horse frantically, which did manage to increase the speed of her horse.
"Hana!" Farkas cried out after her, but his yells began to fade as her horse rode like the wind towards Riften, trying to stop her tears from falling down her face. When Dragonreach was out of sight, Hana slowed her horse, going at a slow trot.
Farkas would tell Vilkas straight away she was sure of it, and then he would probably follow her, track her down and haul her arse back to Jorrvaskrr. 'Stop being ridiculous, he wouldn't drag you back there,' she scolded herself. The tears faded from existence on her face as she carried on though the woods toward Riften.
0o0
"WHAT!" Lockan yelled, jumping up from his seat. Vilkas couldn't believe what he was hearing. Hana had just raced past Whiterun, not stopping for anyone, even Farkas. Only the Circle members, not including Kodlak, where all in the mead hall when Farkas and Aela came rushing in.
"You heard me. She just raced past us. If it wasn't for Aela I would have stole one of the horses and raced after her." Farkas assured.
"Why hell did she go past Whiterun? She obviously came from Riverwood no doubt about that." Aela asked, running her hand through her auburn locks. Hana and Aela had grown close during her time at the Companions, leaving Aela with someone that she does not want to pummel into the ground.
Vilkas sighed knowing exactly why. "The only reason she would come back this way is to avoid Helgen. When I first had to go with her that way, she freaked and wouldn't go anywhere near that burnt down town."
"Why would she want to avoid Helgen? It probably just filled with bandits and that's it." Lockan scoffed.
"Didn't your sister ever tell you she was there when the dragon attacked you idiot?" Vilkas snapped back at him.
Lockan look at Vilkas with shock, "Nay, she didn't." Vilkas shook his head at how stupid Lockan had been. Lockan should have known that she would have disappeared eventually the way he kept acting around her and stopping her from doing anything.
"Well there can be only two possibilities where she is going. Windhelm or Riften, and I would have to take my bet on Riften. She would definitely be going a long way around for a short cut." Aela sighed.
"That's it then, we're leaving and getting my sister back." Lockan stated before picking up his great sword.
"No we're not Lockan. It has been three weeks since she left. We just have to hope she comes back in her own time." Aela hissed at him. Vilkas couldn't agree more, but wished that she would come back soon. He missed her so much, her laugh and her sarcastic tone as much as it was annoying.
"I just got my sister back and I don't plan on losing her again!" Lockan snapped back.
"Lockan, we know that she is alive at least. She has probably been to the Embassy already for sure. She will be back when she needs to be," Vilkas sighed, "Look I know that its hard on all of us that she got up and left weeks ago but there is no point in whining about."
"And her I thought you would be the one shattering into a million pieces," Aela smirked. He couldn't deny it, he had already been shattered into a million pieces the morning Hana left.
"Whatever Aela, I'm doing her wishes." Vilkas sighed. "If she doesn't want to come back than that's that." He prayed that wasn't the case. Vilkas walked away from the group and towards the back patio. She had been gone for nearly a month and now she just runs past Whiterun like it didn't worry her, ignoring his brother.
If she was to return the next day, he wouldn't know what he would do. On the other hand, he was relieved that she had been seen. Among the younger Companions, they feared that she may have been dead, and it that exact worry had started to sink into him.
He sat down at on the stone steps on the training yard, keeping his gaze towards the ground. He didn't know how long he had been sitting there before he heard the doors open behind him. His brother sat down next to him, not a word said between the two.
"How could she have just left and then go sprinting past here?" Vilkas sighed, breaking the silence.
"How the heck am I supposed to know? You're the brains here." Farkas laughed slightly, "My best bet, she is probably hitting herself for leaving, especially after you two had such a fun night."
"Why am I not surprised you heard that," Vilkas rolled his eyes.
"Well you aren't exactly quiet you know but non the less, I bet she misses you most of all."
"If she did, then why hasn't she come back yet?" Vilkas growled.
Farkas paused before answering his brother, "She is just doing what she thinks is right, if she does love you, Hana will come back. How about a bet?"
Vilkas sighed and looked up at his brother, "If this is you're attempt at cheering me up, you're failing."
"Come on, you have been walking around the hall like a lost wolf pup."
"Fine, what's your bet?"
"Okay you will love this. 100 gold if Hana walks through the doors and throws a dagger at her brother." Farkas jeered. Vilkas couldn't help but chuckled at the bet. Knowing Hana, she probably would do something like that.
"Okay, I'll take that bet." Vilkas laughed.
"I did forget to mention I sent a letter to Grace, asking her if she heard anything about Hana she is to let us know." Farkas pointed out.
Vilkas laughed slightly at his brother, "You and that damned Breton."
"What?" Farkas asked with an eyebrow raised.
"You're obsessed with her, just ask her to be with you already."
"I wish I could brother, she isn't interested in me, she's after that lad from the Thieves Guild."
Vilkas raised his eyebrows at him, "Brynjolf? That pain in the arse? I don't see how she is, she seems to take a fair liking to you, as per most of the other woman in Skyrim." Vilkas scoffed at his brother.
"You're just jealous that I got more attention than you when we were younger," Farkas stated. He wasn't wrong. Farkas had always been the better brother when it came to getting females attention. He would often be in the background when came to his brother when they were younger. Although it wasn't all bad, he got to taunt his brother about it.
"Aye, but not anymore, I hope anyway," Vilkas sighed. The sound of rumbling rolled across Whiterun's landscape as the brother sat outside. "We best head back inside before it starts raining," Vilkas stated before slowly getting up, his brother in tow.
"Do you think I ever have a chance with Grace?" Farkas asked as they walked back inside the hall.
"Aye, I think you do brother but only time will tell," Vilkas shrugged, closing the door behind him. Aela and Lockan were sitting down at the table, arguing about something.
"What do you against magic?" Lockan growled.
"It's useless if you want to fight someone!" Aela snapped back.
Vilkas looked at his brother, eyebrows raised. Farkas frowned slightly at his brother and turned his gaze back towards the duo. "What in Oblivion are you two arguing about?" Vilkas pushed in.
Aela huffed a piece of hair out of her face and pointed at Lockan, "This ice-brain wants to go off and go to the Winterhold College! You're a Companion not some mage!"
"So what if I become a mage? It's a good skill to have!" Lockan argued. Great, Hana is gone and now Lockan wants to become a mage. Vilkas shook his head at the two Circle members. 'Hana get back soon, please,' he prayed.