Startled, I lept from the hides. Elf don't scare me so, I could have hurt you.

Glancing down next to the hides, the soup was not taken. " I know it does not taste good Mela but you have to drink it." Quickly tripping him, grabbing his nose tightly between her tiny but strong fingers the chicken soup starts to enter his sore body.
Don't spit it out elf! I will only make you more if you do. "It is the secret ingredient that makes it bitter. Remind me to tell you what it is when your better."
"A nightmare about Morion, is that the reason you wake me?" Lucky tells her about the terror he feels within himself.

"Call up the horses Lucky, we will lose no more time getting there to help".