She woke up some time later, not sure where she was or what time it was. Looking around her surroundings, it appeared to be the tent she was given for her lodgings. The tent flap was open and she could tell from the lamps lit inside and the dim light outside that it must be dusk. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let her feet touch the wooden platform that was there as a tent floor. Her was was still spinning. Derowyn had only been drunk once in her life, and this was how she remembered that as feeling.
She felt the bed lower next to her and then an arm go around her waist as a hand lit upon the hand she had resting on her thigh. Looking over with a jerk, she saw Elizabeth there. "Where did you come from? I didn't see you when I woke," Dero said. Elizabeth gave a her a soft smile and her hand slowly rubbed up and down Derowynn's arm. "How are you feeling, mi lady?" Elizabeth asked.
Derowynn shook her head a bit, "Like I have been out drinking. I had this dream that I was with Vadik and we were walking and started to argue, then you were there and somehow lying on the ground. And then I was drug into a tent by Dakari. Ugh, I need to stop eating so much, it is playing games with my mind." Elizabeth just gave her a smile and didn't tell her that it wasn't a dream and that they had to give her a sedative in order to help her settle down. She just continued to rub Dero's arm and speak softly to her. "Would the lady like to have some supper? The meal time has past, but King Caspian ordered that food be set aside for you. I could send for Marribeth to fetch it for you if you should like."
Derowynn just put up a hand and shook her head 'no'. "I don't think I could eat right now. My stomach isn't feeling quite right. Perhaps I had too much wine and don't remember." Elizabeth stood up and turn to Derowynn, holding out her hands to her. "Perhaps a bit of fresh air will do the lady good? Come take a walk with me." Derowynn looked up at the woman, not sure if she really wanted a walk right now. Looking back at her pillow thought it might be a better option, but before she could refuse, her hands were taken and she was pulled to her feet.
The two women took a slow stroll around the camp grounds, then Elizabeth led Derowynn through the forest and up to a hill. Several of Caspian's soldier were standing there, fully armored and armed. She could see they were looking out into the distance. Derowynn looked to where they were looking and could see smoke rising in the air from flickers of what appeared to be hundreds of small fires. "What is that?" Derowynn asked. One of the soldiers who appeared to be the leader of the assembled group spoke up. "Those are the campfires of Aborjan's army. We have been watching for several days now. Each night there are more fires telling us more of his followers are arriving. Soon it will be too late for us. If we do not attack soon, he will overwhelm us and all will be lost."
Derowynn frowned a bit and turned to look at Elizabeth. "Why did you bring me here? What is it you thought would happen? Did you think I would say 'Let us attack now'? I have told you I wish for no part of this as I have no skill or ability to help you out. However it is that I came t be here, well, it was a mistake. All I want is to go home."
Elizabeth sighed, "That may be, mi Lady, and perhaps going home would be what is best for you, but it would not be what is best for us. If you were not intended to be here, the horn would not have brought you to us. You have a purpose for being here and the sooner you come to grips with that and figure it out, the sooner you will be able to go back to your proper home." By this time Elizabeth spoke with a bit of fire. She was no longer seeming to worry if she was using proper protocol with Derowynn, she was just upset.
Derowynn watched as Elizabeth turned and started to walk away. It then hit her that she did not know the way back to camp, especially now that darkness had fallen, and she better follow along. "Hey! Wait for me. Elizabeth kept right on walking and Derowynn took off after her in a slow trot.