[center][color=teal][h2]Gwyneira Elfreda[/h2][/color][/center]

Gwyneria eyed the king from her position as he talked with his guards and raised an eyebrow.  Was all his fidgeting and such really because this Hilda woman wasn't there?  The elf barely remembered being told to tell the girl that his highness was expecting her if seen.  She hadn't gone out of her way to do that since she'd needed to check on her patients and then Cicero happened.  But, she was reasonably certain she hadn't spotted a short, red-headed female in white robes around.  What was she to the king, a healer for some secret aliament, a consort, a friend, a secret daughter?  Was this king even married? She ought to know that last one.  Gwyn was half-inclined to get close enough to maybe hear what the king was telling his guards to satisfy her curiosity and half rose from her seat, when she thought of Cicero.

She looked down onto that singular knight. Cicero, her proud patient that had been seriously wounded in his last two battles and might die if she wasn't quick enough to call the match if the referee kept not doing his job. Cicero, who had declared her a friend and entrusted his possessions to her safekeeping after less than a day of knowing each other.  Friendships couldn't really be made that fast, could they? True friendships took time. She wasn't planning to stay in Alvion forever. She was only going to stay as long as it took to learn all there was here about magic.  She'd be leaving and he'd be here and the passage of time apart would cause any friendship or camaraderie between them to fade away. She had seen it happen before just from being a being more interested in magic and books then any friends she'd tried to make before. Zviad had even taken to resenting her after she'd proven to be a magical prodigy.  There was no way that what was between her and Cicero was anywhere close to true friendship or that what they had would last their eventual separation.  Yet today, Cicero considered her his friend and was trusting her to be there to help him when needed.  Gwyn wouldn't betray that trust and would stay here to support him and make sure he didn't get himself killed against the crazy dwarf.

She would also keep part of her attention on the king to see if there were further developments. And maybe later, she'd look up Hilda and ask her about what was going on.  If she was his consort, maybe she was unwilling and this was her attempt to escape?  Gwyneria shook her head.  She couldn't let her imagination run away with her like that.  Hilda was most likely at home sick or something and it had just been unfortunate timing.  For now, she'd watch the tournament and the situation here while resting up for whatever injuries Cicero accumulated this time.