Sleeping Dragon death doesn't descriminate between the sinners and the saints

*rubs cheeto dust over overdramatic child*

“As long as it takes.”

The dark woman stiffens, turning her gaze away from him to look out the mouth of the cave. She’d need to call @Gyda soon but there’s a part of her concerned about her decisions, if her queen would disagree with her chosen path. @Lucani would question her, she has for most things so far—but in a way that doesn’t threaten her choices. Then again, Thuringwethil hadn’t yet presented her with a captive.

She narrows her slate grey eyes, lifting her nose to call for the two women. She’d find out soon enough but she doesn’t waver in her decision, looking back. Thuringwethil returns to the depth of the cave again while she waits their arrival. “You will have someone with you at all times and I will determine when you’re done,” she informs, leaving a few good feet between them once she’s returned. “What’s your name?”