The dress hadn't fit awfully well, but with a needle and thread that she'd also bought, Elsa had managed to take it in. It was strange having a dress that wasn't patched and worn thin and coin in her pocket, but most of all it was strange to have a goal. A direction to walk in. Companions to travel with. Though she would never voice it, Elsa actually felt rather thankful towards the Grey Wardens. They had given her a purpose, even if it came with the stern advice to learn to control her magic.
Standing in a shadowed corner of the courtyard, Elsa watched the mass of people preparing. Crates were hefted around, bundles of food and equipment divided up. In one corner there was a whetstone set up, and some last minutes waiting in line to sharpen swords and weaponry. Her own satchel was filled with the few things she had acquired the day before, things she had missed on her earlier wanderings, and things that had seemed useful. Flint and tinder, needle and thread. A little leather covered note book, with only a few discolourations and pages ripped out. A pen and ink (green) to go with it. A second-hand cloak that only had some small holes in it and would keep her gloriously warm. And the best of all had been provided from the Order of the Grey Wardens, rations of food and a bedroll. The notion of being fed and warm, and sleeping on something even slightly soft, was a dream come true to Elsa, too used to curling up under a tree, trying to catch some shivering sleep. She had bought one more thing, and it was wrapped up carefully in the middle of her pack, placed carefully so neither mud nor rain would reach it. The linen had cost her, and the fine, silvery-white thread even more, but it was the only thing she could think of to try and improve matters between her and Brennan. Her pride smarted at what was essentially an attempt to a future apology, but it was already clear that when it came to Brennan she had little pride, and even less self-respect.
Brennan.
Sighing deeply, Elsa tried to shrink back towards the wall even more, as if she would then become invisible, even though there was bright sunshine aplenty. Thinking about him brought out an array of feelings; bitter self-hatred, the memory of passion, deep longing, confusion. If only she had not given in to the longing, if only she had behaved like a well bred woman ought... Another sigh, and then Elsa settled down to wait, her mind full of worries as her bag was full of provisions.