Sleeping Dragon light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out the sun

Thuringwethil hums quietly to herself as Toxochelys speaks his own form of wisdom. Little has changed in Reek's development, from her perspective, and she's certain if change doesn't occur, it'll be the death of the male. He knows the mistakes he's made, what they are capable of doing, and yet he remains as foolish and oblivious as day one. The question being, however, how many chances will Heda allow him to have?

Her head swings around as someone new approaches and she regards Portia for a moment, her companion speaking first. Thuringwethil nods her head at the suggestion as she shifts her gaze between the two. "Toxochelys," she indicates, and for the other: "Portia."

Instead of recapping what they'd been talking about, Heda falls silent to first see if the woman has something specific for her approach.