The talk had been long and hard to put up with. The prince was the nearest thing to family that Fenris really had. To ask for such a favor was odd to him. But, it had to be done. And, despite his displeasure at hearing the news, he listened to the other elf's story in full. He didn't interrupt, even though he hated the idea of a human in their midst. Hated the idea of saving the life of an enemy whom he and his father and brothers had spent years trying to eradicate. But he still listened, only offering his opinion at the end of the long explanation. The prince didn't want to allow her to stay. In the end, though, Fenris had convinced him otherwise. Unlike his brothers and father, he was more open to the idea of a truce if the humans could be at least a little bit stubborn about it. And, given the attack by the orcs the night before...an alliance wasn't a terrible idea. In the end, the young prince consented to Fenris' idea of protecting the human girl. "Do what you want with the wench. I'll support her staying here until she becomes a problem for us," he had said.
It was better than what Fenris could have hoped for, at least. Perhaps there was some hope for his plan afterall. With that done, the elf had gone about his business, preparing other medicines with Myriam and convincing the younger kid elf to deliver two breakfasts to his room come morning. For the injured woman, of course. He hadn't seen that the woman was a human, so the assumption was that he was serving another elf. When he had finally arrived at his tent, he was greeted by the quiet sobs Mirra had descended to. He went quiet for a moment, but didn't try to intrude on her. He let them ride themselves out until she exhausted herself into sleep. Then, he slipped in himself to find a spot for him to rest for the night.
As such, Mirra found him in a chair, sleeping the next morning. As she began to stir, he cracked his eyes open, a light sleeper by nature, especially given where they were at the moment. He heard her call his name and smiled a bit. He was tired. It was harder for him to get a good night's rest sitting up rather than laying down. But he had sacrificed his tent and his bed for this. There was nothing he could do about it. "Ah, you're awake," he said softly. "There's some water on the nightstand. Drink a little bit. Breakfast will be delivered to us shortly, I believe." It was close to dawn, when the soldiers would begin stirring. Everyone would begin preparing for the march. He wasn't sure what their objective today was, given the interruption yesterday. But he was sure he'd find out soon enough.
The younger elf wouldn't enter the tent without permission, respecting the higher up's privacy. But he announced his presence, allowing Fenris to come to the flap and retrieve their breakfast. He thanked the boy and brought the two trays in, placing one in front of Mirra. "Try to eat all of it. It'll help you regain your strength," he commented, taking his own back to his spot in his chair. It was an unusual breakfast for a human. There was no meat. There were eggs and herbs and fruit, but only things that came from living beings, nothing that had once been a living being. Despite that, she would find it quite delicious. As a race that lived in harmony with the forest, they relied on that forest to supply them with a means to survive. While there were instances of elves breaking from the diet and eating meat, most became sick from even the taste, including Fenris.
The elf paused a moment as he realized that the food was a bit odd for a human to eat and smiled. "I'm sorry. This is typical of an Elven meal," he said softly, as an after thought. "But, please, give it a try. I had it specifically made to help you regain your strength and heal faster. It's healthy for you. Personally, I think it's quite good myself. But I'll let you decide if you like it or not." His tone was slightly playful, but it was dulled down slightly be his exhaustion. Even with the lack of sleep he'd received the previous night, heading to an uncomfortable sleep later than he was used to and then waking at the same time, he was trying to be light and easy to talk with Mirra and, hopefully, help her feel a little bit better about being stuck in their camp.