Ayrie walked up to him and put her hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, I'm not much better off and I'm a LOT younger than you. All I got yesterday was a scratch and a burn." She purposely downplayed her injuries.

She smiled at him, realizing this would be a lot harder than she had previously imagined. Thinking she could tell him, and actually telling him, were two entirely different things.

"There's something that we need to talk about, and I would appreciate it if you would come inside, so we can sit. The priests are going out to gather some things we need here." She motioned back to the door, where Darrin and Gerrick were making their way out of the house. Gerrick might be feeling spry, but they were still old men, with old man brains. They had probably remembered fifteen things they needed on the way out the door.