Meadhbh let out a feral growl as the huge man edged closer to her sister. Crouching low into her stance, she gripped the dagger hard and with her other hand, gently pushed Mary down so that she almost lay flat on the ground.

"We are here to help you. Please put down the dagger and let's talk this through." Meadhbh bared her teeth at the bear of a man who had attempted to inch closer to the twins, as he spoke. Hoping the girl with the dagger was too occupied watching Tristan, Dagonet took one more step towards the girls when the armed one spun on him.

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Tristan pulled out a dagger instinctively against the girl. Although he hadn't moved, Dag could have sworn that he was standing closer to the girls than before. Now the girl and the man were crouched low awaiting one wrong move.

He had to think fast because unlike he, Tristan would have no qualms about simply killing these girls and leaving them right there in the bushes. "Tristan mayhap…" Dagonet closed his mouth. He was being ignored? Well this would not do.

Rubbing a hand over his face in resignation Dag briefly fingered the scar on his face before sighing and throwing his axe to the ground. The sound made the girls jump and now they looked at him. Confusion dotting their brows.

"Could we talk this through for a little while?" he cleared his throat against the rustiness he heard there. Had it really been that long since he formed a sentence?

Placing a small smile on his face, Dag lifted his hands, palm upturned to show his state of vulnerability. "I mean no harm. If you could just put away that dagger, we can light a fire, eat some food and perhaps find out who you are.

Tristan snorted but his stance changed. Still, he would never give up his dagger until hers was well out of her hands. The girl with the knife looked Dag straight in the eyes as if reading him. Then she looked at Tristan and with a nod of her head in his direction, her voice barely above a whisper, "Him first."

Dag pleaded with Tristan with is eyes. Tristan stared hard at the girl who in turn was straightening slowly as if proving she was no longer a threat. Time passed slowly. Dag had no idea how Tristan would act right now. But by the looks of him, it was not going to be good.

Then with a final grunt his dagger was gone, enveloped into one of his many secret sheaths in his armour. Tristan was gone as silently as he had come. He would be back soon. Hopefully with some more rabbits.

Turning back to the girls, they were both standing unarmed against the same bush as before. Stepping closer, he offered them his name. "I am Dagonet, of Arthur's knights, stationed at the Wall." Before he could say any more, the girl who had been lying against the floor during the earlier confrontation let out a gasp she then collapsed against her sister who helped her to sit back down on the ground. "We made it sis, we made it.." Dag could only just make out the whisper as it laughingly came out.

Realising these girls were no longer a threat Dag bent down and offered to help carry the girl. The fighter held her sister close with a frown for a minute then as her twin's sobs became much louder, she nodded and allowed the giant to pick up her sister as if she were a mere pile of clothing.

Dagonet looked down at the person he held. She was clutching his neck and he could feel her wet tears against his skin. Looking closer at her, face he noted the dark circles under eyes. She must be exhausted. With that thought, the bundle in his arms grew more limp by the minute until she was fast asleep curled tight against his chest. Instinct made him hold her closer to his body protectively.

The sister who had been walking close beside him noticed her sister slump. With a movement almost as fast as Tristan, Dagonet had a dagger against his throat, while her other hand moved to her neck, searching. She was checking her pulse! What did she think of him? A monster?

Seemingly happy with the result Meadhbh removed the dagger with equal speed from his neck and waited patiently for him to move onwards. Dag looked down once more at his bundle and decided to attempt conversation with the protective cat.

"So may ask your names?" Dag waited patiently for her reply. He knew Tristan well enough to tell that this girl was not used to conversation. Finally after what seemed like hours of trudging through the forest in silence, Dag received an answer.

"I'm Meadhbh, that is Mary" happy with the short answer, dagonet was ready to proceed with more silence. They were close to their campsite. It wouldn't take long.

"We are twins. Although she can't fight." Dag stumbled. Was she talking to him. Attempting to draw her out he spoke more but slower and much quieter, "I see that you can. What is Mary's talent?"

Speaking her name, Dag couldn't help but look down. She was quite beautiful with pale skin and what looked like dark hair. She had freckles he noticed. Dag had always had a soft spot for girls with freckles on their noses. Meadhbh drew him out of her reverie, "She heals. I protect." The girl then slowed looking up at Dag.

They were identical twins although Dag could note the differences as clear as day. Where Mary was soft, light and seemingly without worries, so fragile, this fighter in front of him looked darker and hard. She had seen much more in her youth than should be allowed of any young girl.

"We must find Arthur." The statement brought forth such vulnerability in her eyes, that Dag stopped short and with a short nod, pushed through the last of the bushes to find Tristan with a fire lit and a pile of skinned rabbits on a rock by the flames.

He glanced up with seeming indifference, but Dag knew he missed nothing. Then his gaze passed Dagonet to rest on Meadhbh. She was looking around taking everything in. Dag was too wary of the body against his chest to note anything strange about the dark scout. Quickly looking for his pallet, Dag lay his delicate beauty upon the soft patch. Chestnut. Her hair was chestnut.