Sleeping Dragon life should be lived to it's fullest

Thuringwethil smiles playful as Gyda states her worry but the dark woman shakes her head, warding off the concern. There is little room for weakness as heda but she could only push herself so far, level headed enough that she could only benefit her wolves if she were in good health. The wounds would heal but it wouldn’t stop her from pushing as far as she can without compromising her reign. 

Sleeping Dragon has plenty of business to address but the woman felt the most important parts had been crossed and she gives the viking a chance to add anything else that might be relevant. Her patience is tested, though, and she takes a step forward to close the distance and bump her nose to nose.

“Come,” she murmurs softly, pulling her head back and encouraging the queen. “You should rest.” Heda turns so Gyda is beside her, following in stride. 

She’d never shared the reign, it is not of her wolves to do so for the spirit only chooses one. It battles against everything she stands for but seeing the viking so passionate for their new home is enough to keep it from rearing it’s ugly head and she can settle the anxiety in her presence. She forgets, at times, that there is another at her side but with the return of the viking she’s sure to remember a little easier now.