Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

Sangilak departs and Thuringwethil watches for a moment, though the younger woman’s opinion of her doesn’t matter. She had a duty to protect her wolves and if it meant ending Lucani’s life to safe her from suffering, then so be it. She’d done what she could and there is little improvement and, for now, she’d take a moment to spend time with her alone before she put an end to her misery, to put an end to something potentially contagious that would hurt the rest of them. She only hopes that she hasn’t put Drageda in jeopardy by waiting as long as she has.

“Tel op ai disha en raitnes,” she murmurs, taking a deep breath and moves toward the healer.

Before she has a chance, her head is up a fraction. She’s panting, eyes red, and looking up at her. Her mouth moves but nothing comes out and she feels herself reel back. Lucani’s gaze is expectant and Thuringwethil snaps her jaw shut, closing off the death she’d nearly caused. What the woman wants, however, is unclear. Is she better? Does she want mercy? 

Slowly, Thuringwethil moves in close to put her nose in the space between her eye and her ear and nudges her gently.

“Chich, Lucani,” she says in a voice gentle for the giant, hoping for the answers to finally come from the other.