Everlight Family/Isana/Leibo

Isana mounted up stiffly, her page Cedric hovering around his knight as she carefully found the stirrups and straightened in Blizzard's saddle. She could feel Alyssa's concerned eyes on her as she held still and took a long breath, eyes closed, letting the nausea and painful pressure in her temples subside.

It had been two very long days for Cedric, redirecting pitchfork-wielding madmen away from the small tent where his knight lay insensible and maybe never to awaken. Isana had been unaware of the passage of time, sent deep into the inky void by a heavy blow from a thrown club. She had awoken feeling wretched to discover her betrothed sitting faithfully by her side and the units commanded by Goldwater and Laststar valiantly defending the perimeter of the much-reduced Stormfront camp in Leibo from any more forays of uppity peasantry. Gratitude had washed over her at these discoveries, chased quickly by a spike of vertigo that scared all her good feelings right out of the tent.

As soon as she was able to walk without losing contents of her stomach from the pounding cacophony in her head Isana had insisted they move out. So here she was, astride Blizzard with a singing headache in the middle of the night, thankful for the merciful darkness.

Isana looked up to meet the eyes of the other three commanders and gave a tiny nod of confirmation to each, her gaze lingering last on Alyssa.

"Let's go," she said quietly.