Stone Circle the sky is bruised purple like wine

Wardruna offers a stiff nod to Valette as she speaks that their healer is mysterious gone but that her daughter Keoni will be able to assist. Wardruna feels the pinprick of what he believes to be his thrall’s gaze upon him but as she is situated on his blindside he cannot subtly slide his gaze to her without physically turning his head thus he keeps his undivided attention upon Valette, lips pulling into a small, terse smile when she firmly tells him that he doesn’t have to do it alone. It’s falsely appreciated by the Northerner. He doesn’t really want their help and hopes that aside from this Keoni and occasionally Valette none will really bother them too much but he’s stuck between a rock and a hard place because to deny the pack’s help will be to, no doubt, elevate suspicion. He’s not sure that any of them would be able to place the northerner title of thrall to anything specific but he doesn’t want questions, either. “Thank you.” He offers Valette, turning his head now so that he can look at Noma with his functioning eye. “Come on.” He croons to her encouragingly, like someone speaking to a wounded, frightened and feral animal that has a history of lashing out.