Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

For a while, Thuringwethil lays there. She doesn’t exactly fall asleep but she feels calm within her rest. Her regulated breathing becomes less controlled and becoming second nature. Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she thinks about how easy it would be to talk to the former commanders this way when she has some semblance of control.

Uh, you okay?

Her eyes flicker open and she jerks, wincing in pain in the process. Slowly, she lifts herself and rolls until she’s sternal where she then turns to see Xan standing a few feet away, expecting an answer. She has to think back over the last several seconds of confusion and pain to remember what he’d asked in the first place. “Yes,” she finally responds, “I will be.” Thuringwethil holds her breath as she mentally prepares herself for her next move and with a groan she rocks back enough to stand on unsteady legs. She tries to slow the tremble that runs down the length of her spine as her ribs quickly remind her what they are capable of.

“I have some advice,” she says, turning her full attention to Xan, “don’t fall down a mountain.”