Elena stood there, uncomfortable. "I... I can't stay here," She said, looking at the ground. She flexed her fingers and it felt strange without her usual armour on. "The king will certainly wage war," She said, sighing.
Luke tried not to flinch when Drake snarled at him. He noticed it was starting to get dark. "Hey, Elena, better start heading back," He said, tapping her on the arm. Elena looked at him and tried to smile. "I'll get changed," She said, walking off.