And here she wasn't asleep quite yet. Ellana sat cross-legged beside the fire, a half-finished basket in her hands. She liked to keep busy and always offered help to others when she could. Tonight she was weaving a basket before she grew too tired to continue. Basket weaving was a monotonous activity, but it gave her time to daydream. And her mother had been a basket weaver. Ellana often wondered if she would daydream while doing this task too.

Cyril's movement caught her attention and she smiled up at him.

"I'm glad to see you've returned unscathed. Merrick as well, I assume?"