The Sentinels a skeleton whisper

A wry smile crept across her face. There was little she could do but sit and wait, let her body mend. Hopefully the cold weather would not be harsh this year, or she would surely succumb to it. "I don't know." A small sigh wheezed from her snout, and she winces softly with the exertion. Her ribs are not pleased by the heavy breath. "I suppose... I'll stay here as long as you'll let me." Eigma's gaze traced the male's features, wondering if she was being too forward with the pronouncement; these were his lands, and charity only went so far with some people. "Once my body... is fit enough... I will leave, or sooner if you ask. I do not wish to... To burden you, or your kin." And she had her sister to find. The fact that her sister was a delusion did not register for Eigma at this point. It was enough to keep her going.