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Rowan stared at the man silently for a few moments, as if confused. She then slowly pulled herself to her feet, struggling with the simple task. She reached for the blanket and pulled it around her comfortably, then faced the odd man. "It... was nothing.... I'm not dead." she said quietly. "Barely. Why...?"

A look of relief crossed her face when she saw Frederick return, safe and sound. She shook her head to his question. "I'm okay, I'm not hungry." she said.

"No. Nothing that can be healed by normal means anyways." He looked back to Rowan. "I didn't find a ribbon, but I found something else." He would pull the sparkly red scarf from his belt. Remarkably clean and shiny. It glittered brightly in the torch light. "Here." He offered the shiny scarf. "I did a lot of hunting as well... and I just want to let you know that I helped a lot of people while I was out..." He informed her as he took his helmet off. His face showing plenty of scars as well. Sitting down beside her. He looked to the warrior. "We're both fine. Their are other people. A lot of people who could use your help."

Prophet nodded, and looked at the Warrior. "If you need any help, I will try to help the others. Just so you know, I was in the group that was the first to attack the Ruin." Prophet informed, then he would activated his cloak, his armor flickering in and out of view. "Good luck to you both, if you need any help, head towards that building over there." Prophet said, then, his image turned invisible. He walked away, the distortion of light fading. He would run back to the group, passing by people who were confused at the sound of his armored feet touching the floor. Prophet would turn his cloak off, appearing right behind Ariana. "You might want to stop talking to the spirits and start walking with the group." Prophet said, knowing she wouldn't stop without a good reason. In his home land, some dragons could talk to the spirits, so it was no surprise to him when he saw his team mate talk to the wind.

Rowan blushed faintly about his comment. She took the bowl of soup carefully, lookig itntthe broth. She wasn't hungry at all, despite not haven eaten in nearly two days. But her nerves kept her from eating. She looked at Frederick and nodded, agreeing with his new title. She saw him eat, and the look of satisfactory it brought him. She smiled very faintly at his joke, but it was quickly gone. She looked back at her bowl and lifted her spoon with careful fingers. She should eat too, or at least try to. Rowan scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to her mouth. It was good. She set the soup beside her, feeling uneasy. She then picked up the bowl and quickly ate a few more spoonfulls.

Rowan nodded. "We still are." she said. Seeing him happy by her spoonfuls, she wondered if she really had him that worried to start with? A hint of guilt stirred in her as she looked down at her soup, then back at Frederick. She held it towards him. "Do you want some?" she asked. "You need your energy... it's good too." she said. Since they seemed to be going on rations, Rowan wanted Frederick to eat as much as he needed to have energy.

Rowan flinched when he said 'better'. She still felt pretty terrible. But maybe not as bad as earlier. She looked at Frederick silently, her guilt steadily growing. Rowan set the soup aside. "I'm sorry.... for worrying you...." she said. "I wasn't being considerate of you... or how you'd feel seeing me let you down... I'll.... try not to again...." she added quietly, her expression sad.