His brows raised at her response for a second before continuing, "Alaenor?" He repeated, his voice rising a little. He then lowered his weapon, lowering himself to eye level with the young woman. "A pleasure, indeed, to finally meet you, Alaenor." A sinister smile formed on his lips, "Now you must be curious to know who I am, yes?"

The brunette shrugged, "Perhaps. Perhaps not. Your life is of no value to me."

For a few moments he didn't respond, just staring intensely into her violet irises before raising his sword and moving it away from her chest, "Alright then. Why did you call out to me earlier then?"

Alaenor sighed lightly, refusing to answer at the moment.

"Fine then. Keep your secrets," He scoffed, then check the surrounding area when the sun began to sink and the stars decorated the night sky. "I suppose it is best we make camp."

The brunette nodded in agreement, following him towards one of the trees nearby. As soon as they arrived, she sat in front of one of the trees near the small clearing they made their shelter, silently waiting for him to make a fire to keep them warm.

Once he gathered several pieces of wood together, he approached her and set them on the ground, "You're going to stay. Don't move or try to escape. If you do, however, I swear I will put an arrow in your throat before you can utter a sound." He said sternly, turning away to get more wood.

Alaenor watched silently from her spot on the log, igniting a flame from her hand and aiming at the woods on the ground. "There is no arguing with you, is there not?" She asked quietly, letting out a sigh of exhaustion. She was tired, both mentally and physically, and wanted nothing more than to sleep right then and there. After a short period of time, the fire began roaring brightly, lighting the darkness around them. Out of the blue, she heard twigs snapping nearby, causing her to turn toward the source. There was a ghost, wasn't there?

The pair were caught by surprise when Cordelia showed up, exhaustion and bruises visible on her then Alaenor rushed towards her quickly, worry written all over her face. As soon as Cordelia saw her, she dropped the bundle in her hands. For a split second, the brunette was sure that the older girl was going to collapse but her knees remained standing and she managed to remain conscious, "Thank gods..." The assassin whispered.

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When Cordelia noticed who it was that appeared beside her she suddenly frowned, "Cain?" She asked with venom laced in her tone. Despite Cain being her brother, her ideology was in contrast compared to his. "How are you here?"

Cain ignored her question as he walked towards her, crouching down to examine her wounds, "What happened to you?" He questioned gently while his expression remained stoic. Alaenor was not expecting this interaction, knowing how bad their relationship was but decided to speak against it. She provided the assassin with a canteen of water that she always brought along with her.

"Here, take this. You need this more than I do," She insisted while Cain took care of his sister's wounds. It was obvious to see that the wounds weren't severe due to her armor preventing any vital damage. "We should be fortunate that the sorceress didn't get much of a chance to hurt you."

Cordelia shook her head with closed eyes, wincing in pain, "I tried to stop her but she was too powerful. We need to get to Zevran. Only he knows how to defeat this kind of power."

Cain stood up abruptly, startling everyone present as he grabbed his sister's wrist and pulled her up from her knees. "Where is Zevran? Tell me." He demanded, holding her tightly by the arm while the brunette attempted to separate them as quickly as possible.

"Hey, hey, let go of her! Can you not see the state she's currently in?" Alaenor snapped, glaring daggers at the man while shielding the redhead from her brother.

"I do not care. We have no time to lose. The more time we waste, the more powerful the sorceress will be." He argued back, looking furious. He was never one for arguments, especially with others.

Alaenor gritted her teeth in anger, glaring at the man, "Are you fucking serious?! He could be anywhere and we'll be too late!"

Suddenly, a loud crackling noise came from their left side, interrupting their argument. They turned their heads to see a familiar figure stepping into view. It was Zevran, much to her relief.

The sorcerer glanced between all of them and lifted a brow, "Your argument is rather loud. You need not search for me any longer, after all." He spoke calmly yet there was still a slight hint of danger behind his calm words. His dark hair was messy and unkempt, probably because he has been on the run away from Celestia. He was aware that she was still searching for him so there was no time to lose. "We must hurry, Celestia could be anywhere at this point. Can she walk?"

He referred to Cordelia, rather worried she would slow them down seeing that she was injured.

Cordelia blinked a few times before nodding, "Yes."

"Good, we must leave now," Zevran nodded in return and began to lead them away from the place, heading toward the Capital where they would most likely be safe.