Kale+escorts+Wren+for+healing+after+the+battle+in+the+Tower+of+Heroes'+Rest

Wren helped Dominic choose a nice house, further out to set up work labs.

"I'll happily help you get the supplies and start building, but forgive me, Dominic... I seem to be very tired currently..." she leaned back, grateful to find that Kale was still standing there, and she leaned her back against him for support, "I will go... wash off this blood... maybe find a priest at the embassy... and I'll be back soon to help."

She looked up at Kale, "Would you mind going with me?"

She linked her arm in his as they climbed up the stairs back to the deck of the boat, "So... your uncle... he's THE captain of the guard in Myth Coramanth?"

Kale felt warm and solid, a comforting presence for Wren to lean upon as he walked with her back from the Destiny to the elven embassy. He smelled faintly of leather and steel as he laughed lightly at her words. "Uncle Eltrue? Ah...yes, that and more. Hero of Myth Coramanth, Captain of the Guard, and personal bodyguard to Lady Lionspaw. As if she really needs it, being a paladin of Corellian after all." Wren stumbled for just a moment, the wound where the devil had felled her still aching even after the healing. She'd never....ever...knew that pain like that existed. Kale's grip on her tightened for just a moment. She was impressed by his strength...and the way the muscles in his arm...rippled.

She let him hold her, grateful for his support and grateful that he wasn't making a big fuss over her... she was trying so hard to be strong... She paused and closed her eyes, just standing there breathing until some of the pain passed. He'd gotten stronger since he last had held her anything like this... She opened her eyes and smiled at him, her eyes warm and adoring. She nodded and continued walking.

"He sounds like quite an impressive man..." she smiled, "A shining example of the people."

"Although...strictly speaking he's not really our uncle, that's just what my sister grew up calling him. She and I are orphans...until we came to Myth Coramanth we were...wanderers. I took care of her...on the road...from place to place. It wasn't...exactly the best of lives. And dangerous. But...Eltrue actually took...us in. After I got into a fight in the city...some ruffians were making...rude remarks about my sister. He came with the guard to break it up. My sisters quite...smitten with him, even though he's married. She's still a kid in some ways." It had been years since he'd seen her...it would be weird now...with all that had happened...

She smiled at him. She imagined him small and protective of his sister... much like he protects her now, she was sure.

"I would very much like to meet your sister," she nodded to him, "Sounds like you've always been a little adventurous." She grinned and laughed weakly.

"I'm so glad that he took you both in... it sounds like he's as lucky to have you as you are to have him. They must both be worried about you... Does he know that she's smitten with him?" she tilted her head.

Kale laughed, "Oh...well Eltrue's pretty unmatched when it comes to the leaf-blade but his people skills are typical of a warrior." Wren smiled at the self-deprecating way that he said it, knowing that he himself could be put into that category. "But it's more of a big crush than love I think. My sister has always been impressionable."

"It had to be so hard on you to be on your own... and with a sister to look after," Wren tried to think about what life may have been like if it was just her and Crowe... well that's a dark picture, she thought. "It had to be so different having someone look after you again..." she looked into his eyes as she spoke. "So how long were the two of you alone? ... and what happened to your parents?" She paused again and leaned into his arms.

Kale got quiet and his voice became a little sad. "How old was I...perhaps eight or nine with my sister being several years younger when we were orphaned. I never knew my father at all, just the stories told to me by my mother of what a great man he was. My mother...I don't know for sure what happened to her. We lived in a small village and one night...someone...or something attacked the village and burned it to the ground. I was too young to understand...my sister and I got separated from our mother along with several other children. We were put in a safe place while the attack was going on. When we came out...many villagers were dead, and others were just...gone. We never found our mother. It was lucky we survived until some others came by and took us back to civilization."

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Kale sighed bitterly "Not that it was all that civilized...we were bounced around and eventually lived on the street and road. I had to do some unpleasant things in those days to survive, I try to not dwell on it." His eyes are hard but gradually soften as he recalled the quiet interior of the home in Heroes' Rest.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren listened with great interest, her eyes sad as she felt the hardship that helped to form the man in front of her. She nodded as she listened quietly, and squeezed his hand with both of hers as they walked. She smiled at him as she watched his eyes soften.

<span style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Hey...you know...those houses in Heroes' Rest offer us a bit of privacy." He slides an arm around her shoulder "Perhaps we could discuss more of our next dance in the moonlight? Once the priests at the temple get you all healed up, that is..." His eyes, smoky and inviting, and even though they walked through the streets of Lyrabar, Wren felt it was somehow...just the two of them.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren laughed softly, her gold eyes sparkled.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Asking while I'm wounded and vulnerable... I'd say that's almost cheating," she grinned as she teased him, "...not to say that I wouldn't do the same."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"For being against it in the beginning... that dance must have left quite the impression..." Wren smiled at him, "I'm so very glad we took that opportunity. I have very fond memories of it myself."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"I think I'd enjoy talking about the next one..." she nodded and turned to face him with mischievous eyes, her lips close to his.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Inali leapt out of Wren's hood to the ground, causing Wren to stumble backward into an archway... Wren blinked and looked down at the little black fox, who sat prettily staring up at her.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Inali blinked her big eyes up at Wren, "What? We're here."

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">Wren looked up from Inali at the gate into the embassy, they had made it... she was exhausted.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"Thank you for sharing... I can see that part of your past haunts you still... thank you, for opening up, and letting me share in your memories." She smiled turning to look at Kale, her eyes genuine and sincere.

<span style="color: #0070c0; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 10pt;">"I'm going to write a letter and have it sent to my mother... I'm certain she likely knows everything and has probably found her own way to look in on me..." Wren laughed softly, "but I’d like to write to her to let her know for sure that I am alive and well and miss her... If you like, I'm sure a letter of your own could be sent to your uncle or sister... or both."