Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

D: this was not the intended!

"I do not," he agreed, and a surprised light came into Warbone's eyes before it was abruptly replaced by sudden resolve. Of course he sees the value in saving the healer's life— he had not suggested anything about letting her to her own fate— but: "the sick do not get to lead." A growl rose in his throat, as the black queen flashed her teeth unnecessarily at him, and ordered him to leave. "You would deny logic for emotion," he observed coldly. Because the healer meant something to Thuringwethil, meant she deserved her rank. Physical and mental constitution meant nothing. The wolf could be paralyzed like this forever and Thuringwethil would chew up her food and feed it to her like a mother bird. It was not arrogance; it was the facts of the Wild. But she loved too much, and Warbone did not blame her for the way she thought as opposed to his. He remembered then the reason behind his self-imposed isolation all that time. It came back to him in a sickening wave, and his shoulders rippled with the memory of his violent grief.

Warbone turned stiffly, and left. He would not set foot on Sleeping Dragon again.