[Fey]

Fey strode wearily into the tent. Her commanders call the night prior had lead to an intense round of fights. But she'd been worried all night about the young slave and need to see that she was okay. Hovering in the open area she saw her tending to a loyalists wounds. She looked at least more rested than she'd been the night before and Fey was glad. She herself needed to find her pallet so did not take the time to stop, there'd be time enough for that another night.