Jelenis heard the voice outside and it sounded desperate, truly desperate, he rose and went cautiously to the door and opened it to find the girl....the one who had beaten him the night before. She looked a wreck, tearful and scared.
"What do you want?" He said sharply, gazing at her suspiciously.
Jelenis did not have much experience of women, let alone sobbing disheveled ones. Should he help her, was it a trick.....he could not sense Sabre close, but nor could he sense Bel or Trayder.
"Why have you come here?" He asked, softening slightly at her tears.
He ran a hand through his jet black silken hair which had fallen boyishly over his silver grey eyes. His skin was pale, and he gestured her in with an elegant hand.
"You should not have gone with Sabre....he is an unruly wicked brute!" He said softly.