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

Heda watches the way his face twists in pain, her own eyes scrutinizing as she sizes up the injury. He had his fair share before she’d come upon the scene, leaving her to do her own damage in the process. She’d never had a broken bone of her own but she couldn’t imagine the pain he’s currently in. Faith in Lucani’s abilities do not fall short, perhaps she’s dealt with the type of injury but she’s unsure of how the older woman might react to the decisions she’s made in the last little bit.

“You will call me Heda,” she tells him, voice low; a snake. He’s nothing more than a thorn in her side for now, until he’s well, and what she gives him proves to be just as limited. Heda is the deciding factor of his future and welcoming him into her home isn’t one of the things she has planned.

Gyda shows up and she stiffens slightly but does not turn to greet her. She waits until her queen approaches, and from the corner of her eye she can see the way her face changes and the question directed at her even though she’d yet to be seen. “Trespasser,” Thuringwethil tells her, slowly. “Goliath intercepted him.” Thuringwethil turns her head then, looking to the mouth. Gyda hadn’t been quick about her arrival but she hadn’t pressed the matter urgently. @Lucani had yet to show and she hesitates speaking more without her healer present.