Melyanna paced within the confines of her bedchamber. Her silk robe flapping about bare legs. Emerald eyes were filled with a remembered pain. How had she missed the so obvious signs, she wondered. Myra had lost a lot of weight and her normally slender figure appeared almost skeletal. Her eyes bore that familiar haunted look that Melyanna's own had born for so very long.Melyanna silently relived her conversation the previous evening with Myra. She had neither denied nor confirmed Melyanna's suspicions, but both elf maids knew the truth. Myra was now one of those she had helped so long ago, whatever her reasons.Again Mely repeated her promise to Myra "I don't trust you, but I won't let you suffer this alone."
With that Melyanna curled up in her bed and closed her eyes as reverie creeped onto her.