The war is over

Leucothoë heard rather than saw Reek fall into the waters behind her. His speaking to her was less than appreciated at the given time, but she grit her teeth knowing that they were all stressed, all worn from this war. It was an unfair battle; the Sea had told them that they would be watched, and watched they were. But what the Sea had not told them was of their loss. The sterling youth could not know how deeply it effected her leader, and listened to the voice of Reek as he spoke above the Mother. 

She had never set a bone. 

Leucothoë regarded Reek with a stony look, her resolve stern as she steeled herself. Tell me what to do. Leucothoë would learn, hungry to know how to do this. When Wynter approached, she gestured at his leg. He is bad. In the distance lingered their Matriarch; Leucothoë would attend to her, too.