Dragoncrest Cliffs Break your fall

*pretends this isn't terrible*

Thuringwethil remains silent for a long moment, uncertain where either of them stand. She isn't entirely sure where the blame lays or where they can go from here. It takes a few seconds to even realize that this might repair them, sorting it out but Wildfire shifts the blame toward herself and she weakly smiles.

"No," she finally says but isn't even sure she believes it. It would be easy to blame the weather, collected all together in one place with everyone. "We can figure this out. Do you trust me?"