Fayte, looking dreadful, opened the door slowly. She took a deep breath and looked down at the woman, still cradling her arm in her good hand.
"He is no friend of mine, just a man whose path I crossed unwillingly."
She looked down and shook away the lingering sleepiness, "But thank you, ma'am, for your generosity. I don't want to burden you with my troubles and I'll be on my way at the next opportune moment. Now, if I could, although I have to admit that I am..." her stomach interrupted her in a stifled growl, "...somewhat hungry."
He jumped down from a large boulder, landing like a tiger on the ledge below. He squinted over the edge of it, looking for her tracks. He knew where she was, of course, but what had happened to her she would never tell him - he would have to find out.
His nose caught the scent of something strange as he looked up to see a massive bird fly overhead. He would have to tell Darien later. For now, however, he remained on the ledge and studied the grounds for signs of her.