~ Truth Wilderness It had been a long night. Free now from their prison, but surrounded by Force. Though they sensed a shift in focus during the hours of talk out there, nobody saw fit to inform them. Krikian and Phet remained with them, and Camot and his small troop sat nearby whispering. In the protection of Lowen, Skye and Cat formed a bond and held hands to both draw and gift comfort. Sometimes they thought Lowen protected them, for she seemed unfazed. Matt was nearby. He swore to die before he allowed harm to befall them. The intense parleying of the past hours entirely bypassed them, but they watched Torrullin with concentration. If he showed tension, they would run for it. Now he approached. If Creed and Force permitted freedom of movement, they had reached an understanding. Krikian and Matt gave vent to their relief, each with a slumping of shoulders, and grinned at each other. Behind them their warders wheeled away, recalled to their various stations, and Phet laughed.
