Nessa was, in simple term, worried out of her skull.
After Quinn's father Cyrus mysteriously reappeared and that creepy gray guy Rem appeared at all, they were informed that sweepers were coming to Ereg Amar to comb it for destructive magic users. That put Quinn and Cyrus in great danger, so they were taken to the next town over - just for the night, Cyrus said, to keep them out of harm's way. They would be brought back the next day, he said.
But Cyrus was wrong. The sweepers went through Ereg Amar without a problem, but they left much earlier than anticipated. And Quinn, Ike, Cyrus and Rem never came back.
That all happened a few days ago, and now Nessa was wandering through the woods, trying to get her mind off of things. But everywhere she went made her think of Quinn and how he could be injured or captured or any numberof horrible things...!
Nessa squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head briskly, heading for the clearing with the large oak in it. Whether it reminded her of Quinn or not, that space had always been a good place to put one's mind at ease. And the view from the treetop was amazing!
But when Nessa got there, she found that she wasn't alone. Seemingly sleeping against a tree was a blond man wearing glasses on his face rather like Rasain's. Frowning, Nessa slowly and quietly approached the sleeping figure of the man, kneeling next to him and getting a good look at his face. She hadn't ever seen him before, and those clothes were so strange! It reminded her a little bit of Ike.
Reaching up, Nessa pushed her finger against the side of the man's face. "Hey, you're not dead, are you?"