Aradan smiled, though it was a bit forced. "I still have to go check on Aranel before I do anything else."

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"Okay..." Turwaithiel back away, letting go of his shoudler.

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"If you can't find your rooms, just call for a servant." Aradan called back over his shoulder as he walked off, heading for the healing wing.

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Tur nodded and turned to Meleth, saying, "Well, I guess this is good-night, Meleth." She smiled and bowed before turning and heading in the oppisite direction.

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Meleth didn't reply, but went off in the other direction. Her habitual abode was a room on the very outskirts of the expansive palace, and she took her time getting there, deep in thought. "Dol Guldur..." she murmured to herself, annoyed. "Of all places!"

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Stopping by the healing wing on his way to his room, Aradan looked through the doorway and saw Aranel asleep on one of the beds, arm from the elbow to the shoulder bound up tightly. Noting how much better she looked, he continued on to his room, and once there, he went straight to bed.

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Meleth restlessly paced the room, finally managing to sleep a little after quite some time. The rain did not let up, pounding steadily overhead and making for rather restless dreams.

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Tur, somehow,(though she never found out how), got some sleep, though it was restless, with wild dreams and tossing and turning. She finally awoke on the floor, sweating badly. She shook her head as the sun peered through her window.

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By the time the sun was up, Aradan, along with Aranel, who was fully recovered from her poisoned wound, saw to all the preparations for departure, which didn't take nearly as long as they would have expected.

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Tur stood and dressed in riding clothes, taking an few extra weapons and healing herbs with her as well. She walked down the steps quickly, trying not to show the dizziness that just came over her. She walked over to her horse and smiled at her. "Mae Govannen, Tathar, mellon." Tathar, an tall, young and restless stallion with an shinny black coat whinnied happily. "At least you are feeling well."

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