Taking the dagger back from Kirl, Calabell sheathed it at her side then. The elf did not say goodbye, only nodded solemnly in response. Watching as they walked away, she sighed and turned back to the entrance of her cave and went inside.
Settling down on the floor with the thin rug underneath her, the bright elf lay down and attempted to rest, still keeping one eye open for danger. Listening as well. The meeting with the human had certainly been different, as in she Calabell hadn't killed her and had actually talked with her as though Kirl were one of her own kindred. Strangeness aside, it was a bit of an eye-opener for the aether elf. Perhaps not all others were bad, however it was much too soon for Calabell to think any more beyond that initial thought. Right now, she needed rest. What little she was able to get, that is.
She soon drifted off into a light sleep, not too deep but deep enough for the time being. The embers from the fire had completely burned out, casting the cave in a thick blanket of darkness. The only sound was the elf's soft breathing as she slept, and a slight wind that blew into the cave.
((The End))