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While you're not particularly inclined to just go on your merry way, whoever this is is in no shape to travel. Had you been in any other situation, you would almost certainly have helped, but today simple urgency spurs you to travel swiftly. The sooner you can reach Lycia, the sooner you can figure out just why you were attacked, the better you can keep Lyn - and yourself - safe.
Lyn, however, is not the type of person to simply abandon a stranger in need, and you cannot simply refuse her, not when that same desire resulted in your meeting her in the first place. At her insistence, you end up making camp there for the moment, despite the many hours of daylight that yet remain, hours that you could have spent travelling rather than waiting.
It's not until late in the afternoon that the stranger awakens. You're sitting by her bedside when it happens, taking your shift while Lyn stands watch outside, on the off chance that some bandits might still be hanging around the area. She awakens almost instantly - dead to the world in one moment, and on her feet in the next.
Her reflexes betray her - this woman has seen conflict once, if long ago - these reflexes are not ones that are easily forgotten.
"You were a soldier," you note.
She nods slowly, still looking at you suspiciously. "Once," she confirms. "Many years ago."
For a moment, the two of you stare at each other in an awkward sort of mutual appraisal. In the end, it's you that breaks the awkward silence. "I found you unconscious in the mountains," you say, by way of explanation. "My name is Mark."
She nods. "Minerva," she replies, after a moment of thought.
"What were you doing, collapsed in the mountains?"
She shrugs half-heartedly. "I was-"
Lyn chooses that moment to burst into the tent. "Bandits!"
Damn. Your conversation will have to wait until after this is dealt with, then. "Minerva, can you fight?"
"I had to abandon my wyvern to travel, and it looks like both of you use swords. If you can find me an axe or a lance to use, I'll be fine defending myself, but I've never been particularly adept at using swords." She shrugs. "Well, good enough to take care of some bandits, I suppose."
She still looks pale and haggard, you note, and it seems that she still hasn't entirely recovered from whatever it was that caused her to collapse.
[ ] Lend her your sword. Just in case.
[ ] You and Lyn are more than capable of taking some bandits on your own. No need to worry.