Fall Festval has, as ever, been a thoroughly enjoyable season. The traders and costumers have now packed away their wares and left us for a while. I was very fortunate this time to be able to wear a costume I designed myself. And Ellyana has looked as ravishing as ever in the assortment of outfits she wore to the various events.

I found a few items which, with the addition of Denion's skill, will look superb. I planned to sneak away from the hall while Ellyana slept, but I took some rest myself before setting out.

I must have slept for a short while, there on the beach at Kili. I stirred and looked down at Ellyana, to see the horrifying sight of her face and throat covered in blood. I grabbed for a piece of cloth and ran to the waves breaking gently on the shore, to soak the cloth. I returned to her side and began to wash away the blood, all the time wondering what had happened. Ellyana stirred, trying to sit up, and as she did so more blood spilled from her chin.
I took a closer look, and heaved a sigh of relief. There was a cut on the underside of her chin - a fairly bad one, but nothing compared to the awful possibilities that had come to my mind when I first saw so much blood on her. As she moved, I told her to lie still while I washed the wound.
On the ship, during the conflict with that withered thing I'd heard a scream, heard something strike wood. And now, with Ellyana's memories - though still somewhat hazy - we were able to piece together just what had happened. The creature had been holding her with its arm raised, and during the struggle had let go of Ellyana. She'd screamed as she fell, but rather than landing on the remains of the deck she'd gone over the side of the ship, hitting the handrail as she dropped. The blood I'd just caught sight of before rain washed it away was from the cut on her chin, and the scrap of cloth had caught on the wreckage as she fell. Ellyana was unconscious when she hit the water, unable to stop herself from gulping in seawater.
As for the injury which I'd not noticed in the marcs since we made it to the beach, so far as I can tell she was so cold that the blood didn't flow, not until she'd warmed up. And in the sound sleep since I forced all the seawater from her she had hardly moved so the cut hadn't opened up to leak blood. It was only when she was warm and starting to stir that the wound bled, and only shortly after that was when I woke to see.
I cleaned the wound, and we dressed it as best we could. There will be a scar I suspect. But even so things could have gone much worse for my lady. And the scar will be added to the debt owed by that disgusting creature.

When I woke I collected together the things I wanted, and headed off to the smithy.