Sleeping Dragon love isn't brains, children, it's blood

She nodded to the Thuringwethil, taking in all that she could in those moments. A gentle coo came from within as she comprehending the information and stored it for a later date. Her attention does not follow the Heda’s when the rabbit is sought out and instead keeps her attention trained upon her. She followed diligently as she was ushered, picking up her pace as she traveled alongside.

“Are dey neawr?”