Qeya River Those who are about to die will say anything.

She had a point, but not one that Radova would openly concede. A true chief would have loyal followers, even if the clan dissolved. They would return to her - perhaps though, they were with her already. Anyone mindful enough to deceive two clans and set them on the path to war would be a difficult enemy. They would not linger long once their goal had been complete, and so Radova's anger towards this heda was of no consequence. This was something she would come to grips with eventually - as her heart must mend - but she was resistant.

There is a long silence between them. A lull while Radova makes sense of everything, processing as best she can. She is not mindless, but this entire situation has reopened wounds and left her with many different desires. When she finally speaks, her tone is hollow. "Then I don't know what to do." A moment of weakness, here, and now? Before a woman who Radova had once thought of as the enemy? She was still the enemy - but not a beast worth felling. There was nothing that Thuringwethil had which she wanted, not anymore. 

"Azgeda does not look for you." Unless the queen in the ice had changed her mind following Radova's banishment, but that was unlikely. "My banishment was enough to appease many." This was knowledge she did not have to spread. Yet Radova was forced to relocate and restart her life - just like Thuringwethil - so they were equals here. They were nothing.