The Knights of Chemois already had their reunion when the other half of their knights returned in the first wave of help that arrived in the north.
As Irene wiped up the evidence of her meal preparation from before, she couldn't help quietly side-eyeing the reunions of knights with others from within their order. She wanted to feel happy like that. They seemed so bright while she felt so unbelievably dull and sad.
Their voices filled up the space as they embraced each other. She even heard a few jokes that the others looked like hell from being on the front lines for so long.
However, she braced for the second wave of emotions that would flood the encampment for even longer than the happiness, as it always did: grief.
The knights, freshly arrived from two weeks of travel, looked confused as if to silently wonder if that was all they had left. They would search for evidence of others while those who remained would shake their heads as if to say, 'they didn't make it.'
