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Thuringwethil doesn’t know the woman well enough to know how she’d react but comfort in her own words isn’t it. The dark leader doesn’t dwell on it long enough; she’s acknowledged and spoken to and she can’t ask for more than that, she supposes, and so she simply nods her head at their new predicament. “Starting over. Seageda is gone,” she tells her. Drageda is their new beginning, away from the threat as long as she can keep them at bay, and she can reconstruct their ways to suit their new genesis.

“And you? You are far from home,” she adds with a quirk of her brow. Sangilak’s home hadn’t exactly been close to her own but enough that made her presence in these new wilds a strange one, sticking out like a sore thumb. However, the comfort of their old ways in the way the other dark woman holds herself makes her miss the threat of battle looming over their heads. Bloodshed and war had never been Thuringwethil’s goal but the challenge of peace between the surrounding nations. She had much more to accomplish ruling over Sleeping Dragon than she had before but a challenge she was more than welcoming.