Vitoria woke early that morning, wanting to say farewell to everyone before setting off for the city gates. She spoke with the patients one by one, trading advice and stories before she approached her family. Her younger brother would be going with her on the caravan, and he had already said his goodbyes to thier family the night before, he was still asleep by the time she'd have to wake him to leave on time. 

Her parents kept their farewells short, they were busy with the patients, but that didn't keep her two older brothers from getting emotional and taking much longer to say goodbye. The eldest brother kept hugging her, not crying but showing such sadness that she thought him heartbroken, while the other occupied himself with shooting off memories that he hoped to never forget, and surprising her by giving her the bow they had made together for her all those years ago, so they could play games of marksmanship together.

[color=EE82EE][I]I never could beat them for long...[/I][/color] Vitoria held the hunting bow delicately as she had years ago. She had not used or even held the bow in years, preferring to learn how to wield a scalpel than to hit a far-off target. The whole ordeal had made Vitoria feel like she'd suddenly been forced underwater, and while neither of her brothers had cried she couldn't stop her tears. She cried and hugged them both tightly, unable to cease until she and her younger brother had finally set out, and in a bet to help her regain her composure her brother told jokes along the way. 

By the time the two had reached the caravan they were laughing; she was no longer worried for those they were leaving behind but rather held a hope deep in her heart that she might see them again. It seemed that most everyone was already there that was going to be, so Vitoria settled her brother in one of the wagons that seemed to be holding most of the other children his age, and decided that she would walk alongside that wagon most of the way. There was quite the mix of interesting persons in the group, but what intrigued Vitoria the most was that there were only what seemed to be four real adults with them, and many of the older children have brought or been given weapons.

One of the adults, a seasoned fighter by his appearance, called out to someone after speaking to a youth dressed in armor. It seemed that the caravan was ready to move, and Vitoria found herself regretting her earlier decision to stay near the wagon that her brother was on. The children around her were mostly much younger than she was, not really great partners for conversation. There seemed to a group closer to her age talking near the back, and even though Vitoria wasn't very interested in talking to many people at once, she did consider going over to talk to them. 

As she listened though, it didn't seem they were having a conversation as much add they were nervously trying to pick a topic. [color=EE82EE][I]No, it's best to let that group sort itself out before adding another person to the mix.[/I][/color] She would simply listen for now, and if she could not join their conversation them she may be able to speak to some one else once they were out of the city, that is assuming they'd have the time to talk then.