"Just admiring you." Wulfsen said.

Sileas couldn't stop her grin. "Oh. Well. Carry on then."

"And imagining... Ahem." Wulfsen blushed. "Let's go to dinner."

Sileas lightly swatted him. She wrapped her arm around his.

"I'm sorry Sileas!" Lek was close to tears. "I never meant that you deserved what happened to you, no one deserves what happened to you!"

Sileas jumped when Lek appeared from nowhere. She hadn't even heard anyone coming near them. She wasn't quite ready to forgive him yet, but there was one thing she could do. "I accept your apology, Lek."

"Thank you!" Lek burst into tears of relief. "I never meant it that way."

"You're very welcome. Now you'd best get to the feast."

Lek nodded and hurried ahead.

Sileas pulled close to Wulfsen.

Wulfsen hugged her and wanted to hold her some more, but they were already late to their own feast.

"Let's go." He said.

Sileas nodded and walked alongside him as they made their way to the hall.

Wulfsen did not find Sileas in her room, the Garden Tower, the Hall or the rooms beneath the cellar. Wulfsen then wondered if those... irresistible urges had struck her again. Wulfsen blushed and wondered if she was in his room, waiting for him. He went to the barracks and started to open the door to his room, then stopped himself. If Sileas was waiting in his room she may not be in a decent state.

"Ahem." Wulfsen cleared his throat. "Sileas? Are you in there? Are you wear- uh, er... Waiting one more night will be good for us. I'm coming in."

Holding one hand up to shield his eyes, Wulfsen slowly opened the door.

Wulfsen finally got up the courage to peek out between his fingers. Sileas was not there. His shoulders slumped.

Then he heard a whinny. He looked out the window in time to see a rearing horse unseat a rider. Concerned that the rider may be hurt, Wulfsen ran out of the barracks towards the fallen rider.

Sileas remained in the heap, unmoving. The evening breeze ruffled her hair.

"Hey, are you all right?" Wulfsen asked. When he got closer he recognized her.

"Sileas!" Wulfsen knelt by her side. "Are you all right?"

Sileas mumbled, willing the pain to stop. She was awake but remained still.

"What hurts?" Wulfsen asked anxiously.

"Everything," she mumbled. Her hand moved to lay over her abdomen. "Please be all right, please be all right, please be all right," she whispered over and over.

Wulfsen squeezed Sileas's hand. He glanced towards the keep.

"You need Difyr, but I hate to leave you alone."

"Where's Midnight?" she asked, lifting her head to look around. Then she lay back down. "If you have to, you have to."

"He's not far." Wulfsen said, clicking his tongue to call the horse over. "I really hate to leave you."

"I'll be all right," she whispered.

"I can try calling for help." Wulfsen said, cupping his hands around his mouth and screaming for help.

"You're wasting time, there's no around. And if you bring Yehudit over here, I will never forgive you." She clenched her teeth and moaned.