Eyes never rose to either of them, knowing she herself could not bear the pain. She hurt the one she was meant to protect, while unintentionally, it still brought her sadness. And Rolard... she wanted more information. His family brought her homeland suffering, at least, to the extent that she knew. However, her heart knew better than to assume all from officials to be correct. While she knew her own kingdom was of virtue and honesty, not all could be said for the other kingdoms of High Rock. If she were to condemn him for unrighteous demeanor despite her own lack of knowledge from the truth, she would condemn herself to guilt. With Rolard and Ihylin's ties of the past, it would pain her to see as such.
She too knew Lord Seton from the past. Not as close as Lady Sweetwater, but she met him a few times. As they were both knights, training and missions were at times mixed with other units, as the Roses and Flames would at times do. She would admit she had a few conversations with the minor noble, impressed by his perseverance to provide a life of an honorable knight, unlike most snobby minor nobles. His skills were incredible, and she in fact admired them at the time, but as she rose in the ranks of the Roses, she dwindled away from mixed missions and training to more focused ones. She only saw him when Prince Rodeyval traveled, and she could see him from afar, lost in the other faces of other knights whom she was once comrades with.
From her peripheral vision, the woman could see the male drag the other over to be healed. She knew a rift had grown between her and the merchant by now, due to her protectiveness over her old friend which Valencia had become an enemy to, at most. Of course, tears still stung her eyes, but tempted to fall. As quickly as she felt one sneak away, she quickly wiped it away, before waving her hand around.
"Bugs." She quickly implied, focusing on the fire before turning to face the two beside her.
Carefully and gently, as she did before, she took Ihylin's hand and let the warm crackling light escape her hands to envelop the lady's own. Quickly the blood swept back into the wound from which it came, the skin becoming hazy as it formed back together, returning to the tight skin it was before. Finally, she released her hand before facing Seton. She did not dare eye him, as she did with Ihylin, not wanting her own emotion to escape. Gently, she placed her hand over on his chest, letting the warmly light take its place on him to bring back the health. Of course, the hole in his attire would still be present. She was taken aback though as he spoke to her, almost apologizing to her, but rather explaining himself.
As the light of her own doing continued to glow, she lowered her eyes, before focusing them on the light between them.
"I understand, love. There is no need to justify yourself to me." As the glow faded and the wound healed, she gently placed her hand on his chest where the wound once was, looking up to him, finally meeting eye-to-eye.
"I trust that the divines will bring justice where it is deserved. Whether to the kingdom or you." Her voice was gentle, but hopeful.
A sudden slam brought Valencia's hand away, quickly turning to face the caravan. If she had not known Ihylin was in there, she would have assumed two saber toothed cats were having a brawl within it. Watching carefully, she saw the auburn-haired woman storm out of her caravan as if all hell had broke loose from her plans. Two furs were thrown to the two, Valencia quickly catching her own as she gasped from the sudden action. Then, Ihylin began her rant. She sounded so seethingly angry... but it also sounded like a child who had lost a competition. The pain in her words were apparent, but it was a bit admirable. It was not an anger of hate, but an anger for love. The care she had for him was great, and their friendship meant a lot to Ihylin. Of course, with a boot being thrown across the fire at the male, the knight winced, knowing that was a disagreement she did not want to be a part of.
After her fuse had blown, Valencia listened to her statement of no longer fighting with Rolard. She had no intentions of it, of course, that could change once she found a political leader of High Rock in Solitude. There always seemed to be someone there doing something in Skyrim. She mindfully agreed to the woman's rules, but never spoke of it: it was not a rule to agree with. It was a rule to be followed without word. As she stood, she walked over to Ihylin for the lunch, thanking her as she took a bowl and spoon before sitting down where she once was.
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