Aevah said she could see Kyrtaars aura, and that was good enough for him. He turned to leave with her. "Follow me" he said, croaking, his throat still hurting. He was reluctant to talk. As they proceeded to leave, Kyrtaar found a branch that would serve as a walking stick. He picked it up. "Aevah, I found a stick" He said, turning around and placing it in her hands. Then he would continue, leading her to the horses. Kyrtaar took another drink of water, and helped Aevah mount the horse, before climbing onto his own. He reached down, taking the reins of Aevah's horse, and started the journey back to Mundir and the group. 

Once they were passing the edge of the forest, Kyrtaar gave the reins back to Aevah, on the plains he wouldn't worry about her walking into any obstacles. He had gathered a few branches to build a fire with when they set up camp over night. "I figure we can set up camp once the sun starts to set, and if we leave at dawn, we should be back at the fort by midday. Or we can ride through the night and arrive at dawn" He said, offering her both options. He turned to look at the blind half elven girl. "Are you alright? You know, with everything. You gave up a lot. All for a man you barely know." Kyrtaar paused, feeling seem deeply embedded bitterness welling up. "One of those children of the earth. They come bawling into the world, crying, screaming their lungs out in terror. Then they parade around like they're some gift. Causing wars, destroying the forests. and just like that. One blink. They're crying, scared that they're leaving. Humans." he finished, rolling his eyes. Although the wars between Humans and everything else with a pulse had went on for millennia, Kyrtaar's centuries of life had seen plenty of it.

Kyrtaar felt the rage simmering down, and took a deep breath. What did it matter to him now, he had all the time in the world to watch the empires of mice and men crumble into ruin.