As Allen stood outside the tent watching the quiet grief of the camp, the cloth flap of the tent behind him was pushed aside. Luna stepped out.
"Allen," she said in her usual soft tone, totally unlike how she behaved while on the battlefield. "Lishia has agreed and wants to talk to you."
Well, about this I guess, he thought to himself. In fact, with the sort of information I'm giving her it would be unnatural if she didn't agree to this deal.
Actually, Allen more or less knew about this beforehand. While coming back to the camp, he along with Luna and Eunice had decided that sharing information would be in the best interest of each other since both of them had something which the other wanted and valued.
Hence it was only a matter of getting Lishia's approval, which they had just gotten now.
He gave her a simple nod and followed her back into the tent without speaking much, turning away from the silent consequences of war that lay before the tent.
