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Acacia gave a small smile as Nelinia refused the ranger's hand, as she expected. Though Nelinia was naive, she was also dertermined, 'And downright stubborn,' when it came to doing what she felt was right. As even Callavan came over and began lecturing, Acacia began digging. She wondered if everyone would lecture the monk. She acted child-like at times, but she was definitely not a child. Digging, for this purpose especially, made Acacia fidgety as she refused to think of other times, times which had come to the forefront of her memories too many times in the past few days. Perhaps more that they had in the past several months.

Acacia noticed Callavan carving symbols in the ground with a sword. She decided it must have been some sort of spell and wiped her knife on the grass before it disapeared up her sleeve. She stood, and hearing his abrupt warning, backed away a bit. She thought about pulling Nelinia back as well, but figured she might actually get punched if she startled the still angry girl. Suddenly the ground opened for one large grave. Immediately, Nelinia went over and began flinging bodies in. Acacia managed to drag one body over before they were all taken care of. She was amazed at just how much strength Nelinia had. The mass grave was soon covered and it was time to go catch up to the rest of the group.

Nelinia stormed over to the horse, Maria, with a troubed look on her face. Acacia gave one last look at the camp and then at the grave, giving a small shudder. She smiled briefly at Nelinia and thought about saying something. She decided against it, the girl had been lectured too much already today, and it wasn't even noon yet. She strode over to Maria, checked to make sure everything was in place, and climbed into the saddle. She helped Nelinia up and made sure they were both firmly seated. It felt odd to be sitting there, and all the forgotten sore spots from yesterday felt just as sore again. This time, she remembered to put her feet in the stirrups, but just as quickly withdrew them. They were too high and Acacia had no desire to adjust them. When those others who had stayed behind were also ready, she set off, surprised to have no further difficuties so far.

After a few moments of silence that made Acacia antsy, she spoke, unable to bear it anymore. "So, Neli, if you don't mind me calling you that?" It came out as a question and she gave a small pause before continuing, "Tell me about where you come from. The mon..." She paused again with a sigh as she still couldn't remember. They caught up to the rest of the group quickly, and Acacia hoped the tension from earlier would be gone by now. That kind of tension was never any fun.