"Please…Elira…Listen to me." Nyssa whispered urgently, pressing herself against the shadows of the rogue camp. Her heart hammered in her chest, each beat a warning she might be discovered. "Elira, listen to me! The rogues aren't your friends, they never were!"
Elira froze where she stood, the dawn light cutting across her pale face. Her small hands trembled, clutching at the fabric of her cloak as she stared at Nyssa. "Nyssa… how… how did you get here? You shouldn't be in this place," she stammered, her voice barely audible. "You need to go before they find you."
