Ellana did not know if it was as a result of the current events but her conversation last night with Solas seemed to be forgotten. In the little time she spent with him, he acted as though it had never happened. Normally she would have thought to question but in actuality, she was just glad. She had too much work to do to afford any diversion. What was more, the little concern she had left she reserved for their more recent altercation. The words he had spoken and the darkness she had seen so close to the surface haunted her still.

She had remained with Shivra until the healers arrived. With so much blood around and Shivra's near constant swearing, Solas had quite wisely taken Emmaera back upstairs. Only Varden remained alongside Ellana, tending dutifully to their charge. It was a bizarre and at the same time adorable sight but Ellana lacked the time to truly enjoy it. Her mind was already racing with ideas. The healers did what they could but by the sound of Shivra's shouts, she was still in some pain. Ellana left Varden to see to her, certain he was better placed to offer the comfort and stability she needed.

Once she had returned to the office, Ellana paced about manically. She hoped a plan would come to her but knew that was improbable. She lacked so much information and a proper strategy always required strong foundations; at least that was what Solas said. The second he had agreed, Ellana knew that she would inevitably have to approach Cyrrian to gain the information she needed. It was quite literally the last thing she wanted to do but the need was too much to deny. She was sure Solas would have been happy to do it, if she had thought to ask but she would not. He was clearly struggling with enough already. Luckily, she had thought to question Varden so at least she felt somewhat prepared. She did not tell Solas where she was going and nor did he ask, only kissing her lightly as she went.

She stopped outside the door to Cyrrian's office. While she could not outright disprove the theory that he was attracted to her, she knew for certain that he hated her; whatever his reasons might be. Getting him to agree to help her was going to be difficult but he thought a great deal of himself and that was easy to manipulate. Using both her own experience and what little Varden had told her, she formed a perception of the man much as she would with any other target. He was someone who had grown with nothing; even the most basic of kindnesses were absent from his formative years. Now he was a man who had much and he had reacted like a petulant child – unwilling to share his new toy with anyone. She nodded and let out one long exhale before knocking on the door, loud and assured. She did not wait for him to grant her entry.

"You…" he remarked from his desk, displeasure plain across his face.

"Me," she echoed with a hopefully disarming smile. She kept going until she was able to lean against the edge of his desk; confident close proximity could only aid in her task. "I come to discuss our shared problem."

A derisive laugh rang out. "Problem? What problem? As far as our leader is concerned they are as good as dead - did you not hear?"

Ellana closed her eyes in an attempt to keep her lip from curling. She had really hoped he would not bring up Solas. She leaned in further on the desk with a sigh.

"You don't like me - I get it. Do you think I am unworthy; earned everything I have on my back? Is that it?" she replied in a deceptively sweet tone. He regarded her with a hint of astonishment but he offered no answer. Her expression dropped and eyes darkened. "Because if that is what you think then you are dead wrong. Everything I have, I earned through blood - my own and that of my enemies. So do not deride me by suggesting I am just some foolish whore; that would be a mistake you would not get a chance to repeat."

A stunned silence followed as he stared at her. He actually gulped. She damned Solas and Varden, convinced now that he was indeed attracted to her. Her façade slipped slightly at the uncomfortable revelation.

"All I want is your assistance," she went on, recovering herself. "While I am sure it would pain you to admit it, we are in agreement about what should happen to our trapped people. All we must do is convince the Dread Wolf to see it our way."

His brow furrowed at that and curiosity overtook his discomfort. "He has already given his final word… To propose otherwise would only worsen matters…"

Ellana rolled her eyes. "He will agree if we do not jeopardise our position in the Imperium; trust me, I know how he thinks. What I need from you is information, the information to formulate an appropriate proposal…"

Appearing more and more ill at ease with her close proximity, Cyrrian interrupted, "There is no way to save them and not jeopardise our position - he said as much…"

"You leave that part to me," Ellana interrupted in turn, placing a sly hand on his arm. "But I still cannot achieve anything without your help. How quickly could you have scouts mapping out the camp where our people are held?"

His eyes fell first on her hand and then on her as he spoke, "Within a matter of hours but…"

"Good. Do that as quickly as you can and have whatever information they can gain given to me," she interrupted again, eyes fixed to his. "Do that and I will repay you - all you have to do is name it."

That made his eyes widen, just as she had hoped. Normally she would not have taken such a risky approach but time was of the essence and she had to use every angle she could. If fanning the flames was what it took to save her friends, she was more than willing.

She tried to remove her hand but he grabbed her wrist before she could get far. "Exactly what information do you need for this so-called plan?"

She let out an internal sigh of relief at the simple question. "Everything. Anything your people can get without getting themselves caught could be vital."

Slowly - too slowly - he released her hand, smirking to himself. "Consider it done, She-Wolf."

It took all of her will to walk slowly from the office rather than run.

Ellana avoided Solas for much of the day. Using her sexuality to get what she needed was something she could never get used to no matter how uncomfortably often it was necessary. Even though she knew it was just like any other method, she still felt shame afterwards. Solas was far too good at reading her so he would know she was troubled in an instant. She was sure he would not judge her for her actions but she still possessed no desire to even have that conversation. She saw him once only briefly to pick up their daughter. Mercifully, he had been busy so she hoped he had not noticed her melancholy. She took a walk in the forest for a while, stopping in to tell her mother what had happened. She was disappointed by the fact that the bonding would inevitably be postponed but supportive nonetheless. Once she pried herself away, she went to visit Shivra. She was bent on helping her, pain be damned and Ellana quite honestly needed all the help she could get. They wandered out to Ellana's stream together with the intent of coming up with possibilities while they waited for Cyrrian to deliver on the information.

"So, you're telling me we need to get in and free them without harming a single person?" Shivra asked as she lay back on the grass jostling the baby in her arms. "How is that fucking possible?"

"Anything is possible given the right circumstances," Ellana distractedly mused whilst she flicked through pages of her notebook.

Shivra had already told her everything she could about the situation, vague as it was. She had drawn a crude map of the camp they were being held in but without Cyrrian's information they were resting on presumptions and that was far from ideal in Ellana's opinion.

"Predict a man's actions and tailor your own to create the result you need," Ellana went on quietly. Finally finding the page that held the crudely drawn map, she stared thoughtfully at it. "Predict their actions…or instigate them… What was it? Something about certain emotions creating certain paths…"

"What are you talking about?" Shivra jeered from the ground but Ellana was too far gone to hear her.

"Fear and anger - it was… They make for a more predictable path. The angry man lashing out…well that won't work. But fear? That is his go-to…"

Shivra sat up with a groan and the baby squealed at the rapid movement. "Seriously, what the fuck are you mumbling about?"

Ellana's eyes widened slightly, attention finally drawn from her contemplations. "Solas…he… He talks a lot when he is planning something; most of it not entirely relevant but I still listen. He says that a plan is mostly about predicting the actions of others and if you can do that well, then you can adapt what you do to those actions so they become what you need…"

"Uh-huh… But how does that help us?" Shivra asked, still clearly sceptical.

"Predict their actions…" Ellana mused quietly. "But we can't do that, not yet. The result should be first… What do we need?"

It was something of a rhetorical question but Shivra answered nonetheless, "Well we can't harm anyone…so in an ideal world we need no one to be there…"

"Exactly!" Ellana exclaimed, the sudden volume making her friend jump. "That's it! We need to get rid of them without them knowing that is what we are doing! Then we can go in and take our friends right from under their noses!"

Shivra remained sceptical. "Uh-huh…and how exactly would we do that?"

Ellana had risen and started to pace about as her friend looked on. "Fear and anger; predicting their actions - all of it!"

"What the fuck are you on about?" Shivra repeated with a resounding sigh.

"Put yourself in their situation. You are guarding a camp and prisoners; what would it take to make you leave your post? You are guarding, are you not? What if what you are guarding against threatens? What if you were to be attacked? Is it not your obligation to pursue?"

Shivra's brow furrowed as her eyes followed the relentless pacing. "Well…yes but that is the very fucking thing we can't do…"

"Yes we can! Threat, fear – that is what makes an attack, not harm. Swings at you and misses, you take that as a threat. If someone were to hold a sword to your throat…"

"Fuck off!" Shivra interrupted, also getting to her feet and earning another squeal. "Attack and run, force them to pursue – that's pretty fucking good!"

"Not good enough but it is a start," Ellana replied mirthlessly.

She took her child gently from her friend and sat back down on the ground, stroking her hair. Shivra sat down next to her uncharacteristically quiet.

"Do you think Cyrrian was right? Are they still alive?" Ellana asked in almost a whisper.

Before Shivra could answer, the sound of crunching twigs reached the glade. Ellana turned towards the sound, heart still heavy, as Solas emerged from the trees.

"There you are," he remarked, stopping short at the sight of her expression.

She rose to meet him, child already cooing in her arms. Her grey eyes spoke volumes. Shivra rose abruptly too, wincing at the pain the action brought her. Solas regarded her with some concern.

"Well I guess I'll leave you to it then! V is probably worrying about me anyway; that man is such a fucking worrier," the dark skinned elf remarked as she made to leave.

She was a distance away before Solas caught up with her, gently taking her uninjured arm to bring her to a stop. Her brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes glowed and he placed a hand first to her arm and then to her shoulder. Her eyes widened once the pain evaporated.

"Did you just..?"

He turned back briefly to Ellana before interrupting, "Yes. It shall remain between us."

He turned away again but she stopped him with an unexpected acknowledgement, "Thank you."

He turned back to her and smiled. "My pleasure."

With that, he returned to Ellana's side.

"What was that about?" she asked as he greeted his daughter. Ellana was so distracted that she did not even look at him as she spoke.

"I only wished to ensure she had recovered. Shivra is…odd and undeniably difficult at times but she has grown on me," he answered carefully.

She finally met his gaze with the slightest of giggles. "I know what you mean. One minute you want to strangle her and the next you want to hug her; it's bizarre."

Rather abruptly, he planted a kiss on her forehead and she leaned gratefully in to his chest.

"Any further with your plan?" he asked, his voice reverberating satisfyingly in her ear as he spoke. "I would have asked earlier but you have been absent for much of the day…"

"Further but not far enough," she replied, avoiding the obvious hinting question in his last statement. "I am waiting on scout reports that may lead to the formulation of something workable."

"Good…" He trailed off and Ellana could feel his intense stare on her from above. "Vhenan, are you… I know you are not well, considering our current predicament, but when I saw you earlier you seemed out of sorts…"

Regardless of all her efforts, he had clearly still noticed her upset and it took a great deal of effort to keep in the groan that threatened as a result.

"Your continued absence only furthered my worry and I… All I wish to know is that you are coping?" he finished, a hand travelling to her chin in an attempt to raise her attention to him.

"I spoke with Cyrrian," she started carefully, eyes flitting to his only briefly. "Convinced him to help…"

He released her chin almost immediately. "Ah… I see… That explains his enlarged ego this afternoon, I imagine."

Ellana's eyes, drowning in worry and shame, shot up to his. "I'm sorry. I should not have… It bothers you."

He sharply turned her to face him and bent so he was at her level. "No, vhenan, not in the slightest." She tried to look away but he was relentless, hand to her cheek forcing her back to him. "The boy may posture all he wants but it is my bed you will be warming at night; my child you hold in your arms; my heart you have claimed entirely. What you do beyond that is yours and nothing to be ashamed of."

So filled with emotion at his words, she struggled to speak. She reached in and kissed him slowly, pouring as much of the emotion she felt in to it as she could.

"What did I do to deserve you?" she uttered quietly.

He smiled, taking the baby from her before clasping Ellana's hand in his. "Existed as you are, my heart, that was enough."

Ellana had allowed only enough time to satisfy Solas's desire for a feasible plan. For all she knew, her friends could be killed at any moment and she was not about to let that happen. She had worked obsessively as soon as Cyrrian presented her with the information she needed. He had been uncharacteristically forthcoming, both with the actual information and with his desire to help. While she was not one to dismiss assistance, she kept him at arm's length. Solas was the one she truly needed; eager as she was to bounce ideas off him whenever he had a moment. It was obvious to her that he was making time to help and she appreciated that immeasurably. Once this was done, she would ensure to return the favour and thank him in whatever way he desired.

The plan was already in set in motion before Ellana retired for the night. She did not anticipate sleep would find her but she saw the worth in trying. Having spent a rather uncomfortable couple of hours explaining to her mother why she would be abandoning her daughter yet again, it was something of a relief to be ascending the tower to her own quarters. Nevertheless, her sense of impending warmth slowly left her the higher she ascended. She could hear her daughter crying; hardly an irregular thing given her age but she had left her with Solas and with him, the little one rarely cried. She hastened in to the office and through towards the bedchamber but stopped, holding the door slightly ajar. On the bed Solas sat, head in his hands. He seemed almost oblivious to the cries that surrounded him.

With a hand outstretched, Ellana slowly drew closer to him, "Solas?" He did not look up. "My love?"

As if broken from a trance, his eyes snapped to her. Confusion flickered through his features. "Vhenan? I…" His gaze wandered and he appeared to register the cries. "Emmaera…"

He got to his feet, making for the nursery with haste. Ellana followed him through, comforted slightly by the sight of him tending to their daughter.

"Solas, are you… Are you alright?" she asked tentatively.

Absorbed in his task, he did not look at her as he spoke, "I don't… I…" He trailed in to nothing before finally granting her his attention. "Yes. All is well, vhenan." He must have registered the doubt in her eyes, more of an explanation slowly offered, "I have a great deal on my mind and it must have got the better of me." He laughed lightly, the tiniest hint of a waver in each beat of sound. "Much of the time it is so overwhelming; reality and thought become difficult to separate. Perhaps I am in need of time to gain respite, as you so often insist."

It was a fairly reasonable explanation but not one Ellana believed. Even still, she took great pains to keep her expression neutral and resist the overwhelming urge to question further. No matter the reason, he was struggling and her doubt would do little to help him overcome his demons. She smiled as warmly as she could muster and pressed a hand to his back.

"Oh, my love," she purred, resting her head on his shoulder. "If time were at all with us, nothing would make me happier than to have been right in this respect."

He gazed down on her with his own smile. "Afterwards, then? Once we have freed yet more of our people from the clutches of adversity; then will we take our moment?"

She kissed him gently. "Nothing would make me happier."

Standing alone in the forest, Ellana's nerves were at fever pitch. Shivra, unsurprisingly, insisted on involving herself and Solas afforded her far more people than she had hoped for but much still rested on her design. She watched the camp that held her friends as much as she could while they waited for night to fall. It was predictable that she would choose to head the plan herself but even so, Solas did not argue - yet another thing she would have to thank him for later. She ran through it all in her mind again, ensuring no detail was out of place. Timing was the most important factor, without it they would not have the effect they needed. So important was it that she had assigned people the express task of keeping it – counting aloud in a practiced rhythm. Every detail had to be perfect for them to have even a chance of succeeding within non-lethal parameters. Failure was a likely outcome. Thinking on it, the cold air of evening brushing against her, she knew that if anyone else had asked Solas would not have even considered taking the risk.

"I wondered where you had got to," she said as he emerged from the trees at her side.

She embraced him gratefully when he reached her, needing his warmth and the comfort that came with it.

"Nervous?" he asked, likely knowing the answer. "You need not be. The plan is a solid one; worthy of you."

"I hope so," she replied, gazing up at him. "Thank you again, for all of this…"

"Do not trouble yourself, vhenan," he dismissively interrupted.

Her eyes narrowed. "No, I will. You deserve every second of it…" She pressed her lips to his lightly enough that she could still speak. "…and so much more."

He bridged the gap, kissing her before she could get to him first but pulled away only a moment later.

"Vhenan, I have every faith in you, do not doubt that but you are putting yourself in danger. If this plan were to fail you would…"

She cut him off, "I know but it cannot be helped. I have to try."

"I would expect no less." A weak smile formed across his lips but it vanished almost as quickly as it had come. "But you know my stance on threat when it comes to that which I care for. There is only so much I will tolerate…"

"What exactly are you getting at?" she worriedly asked.

"My point is that if anything does go wrong, I will not stand by and let you get hurt. Time is a factor and if it goes on for too long, I…" He broke off, finding the topic difficult to master. He exhaled slowly, collecting himself once again. "If too much time passes then failure is certain, vhenan. If that happens then I will act before that failure can take you from me."

"How long… How long are you willing to wait?"

"There are no further actions beyond a count of nine hundred - fifteen minutes. I can wait an extra ten. Beyond that I…I fear I will be unable to stop myself."

"But that is precisely what you wanted to prevent, above all else! Solas, that…"

"Enough, vhenan. This is not a matter for debate. I could have kept silent but I would rather approach with honesty. As soon as you enter that camp, it is beyond both of our control. Once the count reaches that mark; once I believe you are in danger, I will do whatever it takes to end it."

Ellana sighed against him as he embraced her, the sound of his heart thudding in her ear.

"Then I'll just have to ensure we succeed then, won't I?" she uttered in a resigned but determined voice.

As one would expect of any gathering of soldiers, the Imperial camp was thick with reverie. Discussion, largely loutish in nature, peppered the air with sound. It was pleasant, casual, as any gathering of those that toiled and thus earned some leisure ought to be. The largest gathering was at the centre where the campfire burned and tents surrounded. It was there that the arrows fell, shattering all sense of enjoyment from the atmosphere. Confused alarm held sway until those with authority brought order. Strict orders bound some to attend to their duties but everyone else was free to react. It was then that the second flurry of arrows rained. Shouts in amongst the chaos pointed to the forest beyond - enemies sighted scurrying through the trees. It was expected of them to pursue. Not a one of them saw anyone fall to the arrows but in the heat of the moment, none thought to mention that to the group. They pursued, their enemies always tantalisingly close. It was not until they had ran a distance; camp so far back all they could see were trees, that anyone considered what they were doing. All it took was a moment of doubt, a slight slowdown in pace and the forest dwellers disappeared in to the darkness. The group stopped and shouted questioning rang out in the silence.

"Where the fuck did they go?!"

"This is a trap if ever I've seen one!"

"We should go back! Fuck this!"

Indecision reigned but it did not last long. From an entirely different direction, yet more arrows shot out from the darkness. The forest floor crunched beneath the sound of darting feet as figures, cloaked in black, once again ran from the arrows they had rained. Just as their role dictates, the soldiers pursued their enemies further and further in to the endless darkness.

Ellana's back was pressed against an agreeably smooth tree trunk. The waiting was killing her, especially given that she had no way of knowing what was happening. All she knew was the count - sounded out quietly beside her by a small female elf. It never reached over sixty. Each time it did a paper was turned over on its binding, one for every minute and another coloured paper separated the minutes past with those to come. It was simple but watching it at work gave Ellana a sense of pleasure. Shouting had already rung out nearby along with the thundering of footsteps. It appeared she had predicted correctly.

"Twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three…"

The rhythmic count was strangely soothing to hear. Five paper minutes had gone by already and with it, the nearby shouting had lessened. There were still voices but she had expected as much. As another two papers were turned, she started to hear more distant shouts. They were unintelligible but their mere existence lightened her heavy heart.

"Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine…"

Ellana rose to her feet before the elf could turn her tenth and final paper. She nodded to each of the four agents that flanked her before making her way through the forest and towards the sounds. She stopped her people at the edge, glancing out to check the coast was clear. They were on the opposite side from the commotion so she expected no opposition. A perimeter around the camp would be a logical action to take but logic seldom occurred to those under attack. As she had hoped, no one was in sight and judging from the mutterings she could hear, the majority were in the centre. She slipped out of the shadow of the trees; their exit point carefully chosen to ensure she could quickly reach the cover of other obstacles. Her other agents followed as she hastened her steps, silent from years of practice, to crouch alongside a concealing tent. She stopped to listen again before proceeding on to the next point of cover, slowly but surely closing the distance between them and the cages that housed their imprisoned brethren. They paused in their path only once to avoid a guard late to the party and running to enquire of the others. Flush against a pile of stacked crates and enveloped in shadow, she halted her company ahead of the cages - finally in view.

"Eight hundred and twelve, eight hundred and thirteen, eight hundred and fourteen, eight hundred and fifteen…"

The count she had kept up resounded in her mind but she could hear whispering over it. A tantalisingly close and familiar voice amongst the murmurs made her heart skip. The shudder of movement in her periphery brought her back in to focus. Across from them, she caught sight of Shivra in amongst the shadows. She and her own following band were closer to the cages, close enough to act but the time was not yet upon them. Seeing her so close - so obviously faster in her action, uncomfortably highlighted the glaring flaw of predicting to the second. Voices permeated as Shivra stopped and Ellana caught her first sight of the Imperial soldiers. Four of them were cajoling around the cages but still apprehensive beneath the boorish façade. Ellana indicated for her group to move. She had not intended to press closer at this stage but Shivra's impulsivity prompted her. There was one final area of cover before the cages themselves and there, she came to rest. As she had hoped, Shivra caught sight of her through the fog of their purpose. Ellana nodded to her in recognition.

"Eight hundred and forty six, eight hundred and forty seven…"

She was certain her count was not entirely accurate but it mattered little beyond her desire to remain informed. Beneath the cajoling guards, she could still hear whispers from the cages. She wondered if it was her friends discussing intently what was happening. Surely they must have known that the howls could mean only one thing. Just then, a loud clattering against the cages interrupted her ponderings.

"Shut the fuck up you knife-eared bitches!" barked an aggressive shout.

Ellana's lip curled at the words but it was Shivra that troubled her most. She could see her shifting, blood likely boiling with the desire to unleash her anger. Ellana raised a hand - desperate to hold her from action.

"Eight hundred and sixty three, eight hundred and sixty four…"

She fixed her eyes to Shivra's, pleading her to stay still. She raised a finger slowly to her lips, praying she could hold her for the seconds remaining until Solas played his part.

"Eight hundred and ninety three, eight hundred and ninety four, eight hundred and ninety five…"

Shivra eyes turned down and away from Ellana. She was in thought, considering for much too long and Ellana was already panicking before she moved. She acted too just as the explosion sounded in the distance. In an instant, she was flush against cover again; gladdened to see Shivra was too. The guards were rather appropriately terrified. Their shouts were reassuring but the sound of feet abandoning the cages was even more so. Ellana moved a few seconds after Shivra. To her relief, no one remained in sight but she knew that would not last. They had a matter of minutes and the haste with which they picked the locks and cut the ropes of their people was a testament to that.

"Ellana! Thank the gods!" Lis got out before she was shushed like all the others.

Mercifully, she had thought to say it quietly but even still, now was not the time for merriment. Agents and prisoners were out of the cages in a matter of moments, padding silently through the cover of shadow. Voices could still be heard but none close enough to matter. Ellana readied herself for the inevitable shout that would come when the empty cages were discovered but each second they had without it was preciously used. They reached the outskirts of the camp safely with only two more tents to traverse before the trees would grant them cover. One group of four - two agents and two prisoners – bridged the gap between the tents without incident. Miris, Lori, Shivra and two of her agents went next - joining the group waiting against the final tent with the skill Ellana had come to expect of her friends. Before Ellana's group and the other could make the final jump to freedom, voices punctured the relative silence. Ellana froze, only thinking to hazard a look once she had recovered. Two of them, running as so many of the Imperial guards were but terribly placed. They were coming straight for them; straight down the gap that led to their freedom. Ellana had lost the count long ago but she knew time had to be running out. She exchanged glances with Shivra, both knowing what it meant. Ellana shifted herself toward the very edge of her cover and Shivra did the same. Eyes fixed to one another, Ellana nodded.

Another turn of the paper marked the passing of twenty-three minutes. The sound of it rustling was the only thing that penetrated Solas's fear-ridden mind. Even with all his will, he could not banish the dread that Ellana lay already slain. The other parties were assembled around him, the majority already present at the rendezvous point before he arrived. Seeing them did nothing to quell his fear.

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty…"

Another rustle of the paper got through to him and the air around him crackled slightly.

"One minute… One minute and this place will be torn apart," he thought, revelling in the idea.

Had his mind been clearer he would probably have pondered the depths of what she did to him; so perfect and yet unendingly terrible in its potential. He had never experienced the feeling before her. His daughter had surprised him even more – for her, he would gladly destroy even himself.

"Fifty-three, fifty-four…"

There had not been a sound other than the counting for some minutes. He would have cherished the crunching of twigs or the thudding of footsteps that could have been her.

"Fifty-eight, fifty-nine…"

All Solas heard was the sound of the paper as it turned. Uncomfortable silence permeated the group, many knowing what was coming. Solas moved off without a word, air flashing periodically around him. Before he could reach the trees, he came to a sudden stop, eyes widening slowly.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" barked a voice accompanied by the sound of running.

He did not have to wait long before Ellana hurtled in to him.

"Sorry I'm late! You didn't blow anyone up, did you?" she casually enquired, a hand touching his jaw as she gazed in to his eyes.

"Vhenan…" he uttered, expression crumpling.

Her followers slowly emerged from the forest, agents and former prisoners alike.

She grinned widely up at him. "Miss me?"

A/N - God I missed this. Seriously, if you're considering writing - do it, it's so enjoyable. Although don't ask me why.

Question - Does anyone have any recommendations of artists that do DA and take commissions? PM me if you do.

Would fucking love some stuff but have not drawn in years so mine would be a crock of shite and I'm not on Tumblr or anything so have no idea where to start looking for someone. Except Nipuni - found her and already perv on pretty much any art she does to the point that it could be considered unhealthy. Google her and thank me later - she's fucking fabulous. And I've gone off on a tangent again...brilliant.