Sleeping Dragon Knock me off my feet

For some reason, the commander's uncertain reply twisted like a knife into Wildfire's rib. She regretted saying anything and wished she could snatch back the words and cram them back into her big fat mouth. When Thuringwethil asked for some time, she could only nod mutely. She herself had needed time once, even though that had all been a giant misunderstanding. All the same, the Bandrona was suddenly terrified of pushing too hard. What if the Heda pulled back from her completely? What did titles matter anyway?

"Okay," she said softly, putting on a brave face. She fell silent for a beat. Wildfire desperately wanted to ask how much time Thuringwethil might need, yet she didn't dare ask. Instead, she eventually added, "Um, would you like to hear my Rosings report?"