Alityr stood beside toan occupied cot in Norland's clinic, a protective hand resting carefully on the leg of her injured daughter. She had arrived home just a few hours earlier, bloodied and battered from a daunting fight. It was a miracle she had lived to tell the tale.
Others unfortunately didn't get the same fate.
The last thing the war-torn soldier expected was for a bird to fly through the large window, letter in mouth. She thanked the crow with a dip of her head, no doubt one of Neithri's, and accepted to piece of worn paper. Taking a quick glance to her peacefully resting kin, she carefully read over the writing.
The words shocked her to her core, leaving her hands trembling. " Elena.. " The two surely had their troubles, but to hear or her sacrifice? It was utterly devastating. Eyes once more cast to the woman sleeping beside her, a sob tearing it's way out of her throat. " She sacrificed herself for the group. Anastatsya wouldn't have survived if it weren't for her."
Alityr, a gravely emotional person, weeped greatly for a woman she once despised.
A candle was lit by her daughters beside in honor of the paladin's great sacrifice, a phrase mumbled underneath her breath.
"I apologize, and forgive you, Elena of Joma."