Northstar Vale helena

Silently he allowed her to carry on with her cleaning, grooming the male's fresh wounds and easing the blood from his skin and gashes. He would allow it to bleed further until it scabbed and eventually healed, but the sensation of her tongue was soothing. It briefly reminded him of when he'd been tended to in Jokhang. It was a time before the catastrophe, before his imprisonment; it was a moment when a cleric had come to the frontlines. The cleric traveled with them in order to tend to them without bringing them back to the heart of the territory. Then, he was still blind to the injustice of his home. The cleric had a gentle touch - but she too had been worn down by war. He could still remember her face.

His attention returned to the woman as she pulled away, further craving her attention. But she swooped down and grabbed the sage instead, turning to head back into the Vale. Raheerah stared at her, as Xi'nuata gazed back at him. But he could not follow her. The herb in her jaw served as a reminder, the reason for the trespasser. The dragon uttered a guttural, gruff grunt and charged away from her, intent on uprooting every damn plant he could find.

(Exit Raheerah to continue patroling the borders)