The sand cat with its orange tinted fur and horned shoulders swiveled her head and peered into Coros' golden eyes. For a moment the Aux looked flummoxed and irritated, but recognition flashed. An unspoken communication passed, and Amalia turned to face Rakar, her shawl unwrapping around her neck. Again, there was that expression of confusion before the healer's face melted into tearful relief.
"You're alive," she whispered.
Amalia clambered off of the camel, fumbled when the straps caught onto her ankle -- her eyes had suddenly become bloodshot once more -- sprinted towards the black scaled draken, and flung her arms around his waist. There she sunk to her knees, her hands dragging down to his ankles. Great terrible sobs tore through the healer's body and Amalia would not show her face to Rakar. Murmured choked words issued through her lips, all of which expressed her relief and happiness at his safe return. The other soldiers were taking notice.
Matil however, remained on top of the camel's head, ears twitching nervously. It seemed that she did not receive his return as joyfully. The cat had lowered her own head and seemed to hide behind among the scant fur on top of the camel.
Rakar quickly pulled Amalia to her feet and made an effort to mask his embarrassment. She was acting foolish. Meanwhile, Coros stared at Matil intently, almost unblinking.
"
Get a hold of yourself. What do you think you're doing throwing yourself at me like that?"
She sniffled, and wiped away bloody tears. "I just... I thought you were dead."
The sand cat curled up tighter into a ball, ignoring Kerrick. Amalia however was very aware that the Pegulian was nearby, for her voice was hushed. She even told Rakar to not use her real name.
"Lut Sar didn't know where you were, and the Desert Sun spoke nothing of you or the others' whereabouts. Where have you been?"
The draken glanced towards Kerrick suspiciously after being told not to use her real name. What did it matter if her real name was used?
"
Your eyes... You're bleeding."
"What?"
She stared down at her fingertips, noted that she was indeed bleeding, and wiped the drying liquid onto her shawl. The healer quickly dabbed at the corner of her eyes, composed herself, and turned towards the Pegulian.
"Rakar, this is Kerrick. He saved me from a band of raiders. Kerrick, this is Rakar Koden. He's a... dear friend of mine."
Throughout their entire interaction, Kerrick merely watched, observing Amalia. His gaze fell upon Rakar, eyeing the Draken with an immediate distaste that Kerrick could not quite place. The way she held him, the emotions she succumbed to just at the mere sight of him, caused a tug of emotion to stir within the escaped slave, though he could not quite discern why.
Kerrick had no reason to feel attached. He and "Ilia" had only just met, and they had hardly spoken at all en route to the encampments. Still, a noticeable pang of jealousy bubbled within Kerrick as he approached the pair. Terra stifled a growl at the unfamiliar Draken.
"Well met, Rakar." Kerrick nodded coolly towards the Draken and his Aux, deftly masking his dislike beneath his level demeanor, though the facade did not last long. As Kerrick was about to introduce himself formally, he caught the traces of caked blood around Amalia's eyes and on her cheeks. Swiftly taking a hold of her arm, he leaned in to examine her eyes - the first opportunity he'd ever gotten to really look at them, though he did not linger.
"Ilia, what happened? Are you alright?" He looked towards Rakar.
"What happened to her?"
At the mention of Amalia's false name, Rakar made a subtle glance at her that Kerrick happened to notice - an acknowledgment that he understood her pseudonym. A pause, rather than a response, followed Kerrick's question. Not wanting to give away that he sensed something amiss, Kerrick instead pretended to misunderstand Rakar's hesitation for guilt, snapping at him.
"What did you do to her?"
"
Do to her? Don't be a fool, you're been here the whole time. What could I have done to her?"
Rakar was insulted, and gave Kerrick a look of irritation. Coros continued starring at Matil, transfixed on the other aux. The draken was clearly growing distrustful, and took note of Kerrick's attitude towards Amalia. He could easily become a problem.
"
We should not linger here in the open. Come, I was about to set up my tent nearby."
"Really, there's nothing to be concerned about Rakar," she mumbled grumpily. "Same for you Kerrick. Perhaps I got sand in my eyes."
Nonetheless she was grateful for the change in mood. The trio moved through the crowded tents and people, their movement slowed by Kerrick's camel. Amalia was grateful that the Pegulian was following them; she had a host of questions to ask him. But that was a faint urge, the healer was more concerned with what happened to Rakar, so as the draken pitched his tent, Amalia sat on the dirt and held in her excitement. Matil was nowhere to be seen, but she did invite Kerrick to join her. She would have to word her questions carefully.
"So now where you tell me where you've been? I was out cold for a month, but I received no reports about your whereabouts."
"
Simply put, I have been in jail ever since the incident, until just a few days ago."
Coros did the talking as he sat a few feet away from Amalia while Rakar worked on the tent.
"
The whole thing was a mess. But looking back, I feel like I should have seen it coming."
The aux trailed off, staring into nothing. The weight of the situation was catching up with him. After a few moments however, Coros began looking around, trying to spot something.
"
...Where is your Aux?"
"In jail?" she asked, perplexed. "What were you in jail for? And Matil will be back in just a moment. She's checking the surroundings."
And that wasn't a lie. Coros spotted a small tuft of orange fur weaving in and out of the tents, eyes alert and focused. Amalia herself was looking the same way, despite being involved with a conversation.
"Or is that a topic you wish to discuss in private?" She asked quietly, giving Kerrick a side long glance.
Coros looked to Kerrick and narrowed his eyes for a moment.
"
No it's fine. I was arrested the same day as the incident, charged with conspiracy and treason to put it loosely. No evidence ever emerged and the charges were dropped, of course. And now I am here."
Coros went back to looking around for Matil, keeping an eye on the sand cat as best he could.
"
Before we continue further however, it would be good to know of your new friend's intentions. Is he going to be joining us, or not?"
"Perhaps you should ask him, instead of me. Will you be joining us, Kerrick? For dinner, I mean." She asked amicably.
Matil paused mid stride, eyes plastered to the backside of of Pegulian's skull.
Kerrick maintained a cool composure despite feeling eyes on him. The "cloak" that Amalia had described that gave him away as a Pegulian - if one could see it, there was no way of knowing how many others could, and perhaps just didn't mention it. In his mind, he tried to wrap it tight and close. He needed it to disappear if he wanted to survive as a Kaustiran.
He only hoped it didn't change him.
"Yes. I will be joining you."
She looked almost smug; Matil returned to stalking around the camp.
"There we go. He'll be joining us."
With the tent pitched, Amalia invited herself inside, gesturing for the both of them to follow. It was a cramped space, but it would fit the three of them so long as they sat down. The healer dropped the canvas opening, letting mute darkness envelope them.
"Down to business then. I'm sure you've heard of my status."
Shadows -- ones that had nothing to do with the dark that surrounded them -- appeared over Amalia's eyes. Her exuberance was gone, and instead she looked tired. She settled herself on the floor; Matil appeared by walking through the canvas tent.
"Where are the others? Where are K'jol, Theo, and Trystan?"
Rakar sat himself down inside the tent with a heavy sigh. Coros took a spot next to him.
"
Dinner wasn't exactly what I meant when I asked if he was joining us..."
Amalia's odd behavior did not go unnoticed. Surely she knew what he meant. They could not afford to speak of anything that had any real importance so long as Kerrick's loyalty was still in question. Rakar was not one to give his trust so willingly.
"
I don't know where any of them are. I was separated from everyone upon my arrest. The only reason I heard of your status was due to your rank at the time. It wasn't exactly a well kept secret that the First General of Kaustir had been stripped of her rank. For all I know, they could be dead."
Coros locked his gaze onto Matil the moment she entered the tent. Something was off about her, to say nothing of her altered appearance since he last saw her. Something that made him uneasy.
"
The only one I would be concerned about however, is K'Jol. The others are of no consequence to us."
She picked at her nails, feigning frustration and exasperation.
"Well the cat's out of the bag isn't it? I had hoped to keep my position a secret. Then again I suppose he would have found out sooner or later, what with Lut's Wraiths buzzing around me."
Amalia gave Kerrick a wry smile before turning to Rakar. "I need allies and informants. He's a Pegulian. Perhaps he'll give me information in exchange for safe passage home. And if he doesn't corporate..."
She shrugged, letting the sentence hang in the air. Matil was looking listless as she stood next to her Crux. The healer fixed her blood caked eyes on Kerrick; an air of expectedness hung in the air.
"I'm sure you have questions for me."