"She's safe and sound with the elves in Brackencliff. It might be the safest she's been since the Circle took her from Heartland." Korra said.
I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. Ever since arriving, I'd been sneaking peeks around the camp and pavilion, looking for glossy brown hair or a tuft of ruddy fox fur. After so many joyful reunions, I felt a pang of longing at being denied this one, and yet...
"I'm glad she's safe," I said. Then, turning to Bethiv, said, "And what of the soldiers?"
The commander sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I won't sugarcoat things. They're tired, Xiviyah, deeply so. We've marched halfway across the world, fighting wars for people we've never met. For people who refused to stand for us when the gods enslaved our kingdom."
"If I may, My Lady," Joel asked, bowing slightly
I frowned at him, tail twitching.
