Peasant's clothes were made for working. Cortheya's wool dress was torn at the hem and there were grass stains everywhere from where she had been working in the fields. It was hard to believe that she was a highborn lady
"My princess," the woman said kneeling before Cortheya. The guards around her chuckled at the formality this woman gave Cortheya but instantly paused when the stern woman fixed them with a fierce look. "We part with you on this day with a gift. A sword forged from the fires of your birth. It is the finest every made my lady. May it keep you safe on your journey."
Quorra was found wandering in the woods around Cortheya's hut. She was dehydrated and shaking despite the summer heat. Her clothes were made of badly shapen animal skins and her chest heaved as she crawled towared Cortheya. Cortheya knelt beside her and dabbed at her forehead with the hem of her apron and called for her mother. "It's alright love, you'll be okay. I'll keep you safe"