A few minutes past midnight, Hector arrives at the location of Elyra, Gavric and Lyse. Gavric seems well enough, as his wounds have patched up, and he's taken off his bloody shirt. Elyra is mending her broken bow, to no avail. Lyse is applying healing sand on Gavric's back.
"Hey guys..." He says as he lands in front of them. "This is Zara." He points to the girl on his back, as he sits down in their midst.
"The Viscount's daughter. Well, ain't it a pleasure?" Lyse remarks.
"A rather fragile-looking lass, if I may add." Gavric says.
"Where's Arryn?" Elyra asks Hector, completely ignoring the girl.
"Hey, now...you didn't say hello to our new friend, Zara..." Hector tactfully deflects.
"Don't give me that shit, Hector! Where is Arryn?" Elyra's tone rises ever so slightly.
"Ha ha, you don't trust your capable leader, Ely. He's rounding up the bad guys as we speak."
The others notice something wrong with Hector's natural calmness and confident demeanor.
"Hector, dear...Where is Arryn?" Lyse asks softly.
"Hey now! Don't speak like he's dead! I mean it, He's dealing with the aftermath of our escape." Hector answers.
"You left all of that to him alone?" Elyra complains again. "I'm going after him!"
"Hey! Why do you think I got here so quick? I was worried about you guys! You can't just go after him now! You'll get yourself killed!" Hector turns to Elyra and grabs her arm.
"Killed? Isn't that a bit much for just cultists to do to us?" Gavric asks.
"Uh..." Hector is stumped for words.
"He stayed back to fight a single man." Zara says.
"Hey, you're supposed to be helping me out here!" Hector turns to her.
"Sorry..." she says.
"Hector...tell us what happened." Lyse taps his shoulder.
"I can't tell you everything since you aren't exactly aware of what your boss is."
"We can take it." Gavric says, and Elyra stares at him with a stone-cold determination.
"Okay...fine." Hector gives in.