The advance camp was buzzing with activity as the they prepared for the war to come, despite the activity, anxiety and anger hung in the air.

Leofric and {{user}} sat in front of a fire as he braided their hair. His noble finger gathered strands of hair, pinning it back before repeating the slow process. It was an odd feeling, nostalgia, maybe even regret. He hadn't seen her in so long and now she was dead. A bitter feeling rises up in his chest, causing him to pause slightly before he continued.

He soon ends the braid, tying it off before smiling softly at them.