She turned abruptly, startling her horse. Her remaining eye went wide, face throbbing at the the suddenness of her facial expression. Her hand instinctively curled around Falchion’s grip, fingers tightening.
“What are you doing here?!” She unsheathed Falchion, the blessed blade giving off a faint glow in the dark. “Did my father send you? My mother? How did you find me?”
Elincia was trusted, in normal circumstances, but right now, Lucina was afraid. She’d just made a rather daring escape, and she was vulnerable, wounded and exhausted, her emotions raw. Naga knew if anyone had seen her on her way out of Yssitol, heard her stifled screams when she tore her eye out.
There was no harm in exercising caution. Even if it seemed absurd in the aftermath.
Elincia raised her hands above her head, showing that she had no weapon in them. Lucina’s reaction was proof enough of what had happened; If she intended to return, she would not be so afraid of being forcibly retrieved.
“I was not sent by anyone, Lady Lucina. In fact, I left a letter of resignation after packing supplies and what few personal possessions I have. I am no longer a knight of Ylisse.
As to how I found you... One of the night watch saw which way you were going when you left. I simply searched the roads in that direction until I saw a lone rider; at this time of night there was little risk of my finding the wrong one.
I do not know where you are headed, or what you intend to do to oppose the Exalt’s actions, but that is not important. I wish to pledge myself to your service, and aid you in stopping his madness.”
