Sleeping Dragon consulting the self

She knows her words would mean little to the healer and perhaps they were more of a comfort to herself, enough to draw Lucani back into lucidity enough to rouse her confusion. It takes several moments and a bit of effort to shove heda away when their eyes meet. Her jaw tightens and once she has put it away from her mind, for the moment, knowing the healer meant nothing by it, she’s able to stammer out a single word.

Her ears fall back on her head and she remains still for a moment, trying to decide what to do. If Sangilak had still been here, she could have used her assistance, but she was gone, and glancing around left her empty handed until—

Thuringwethil moves around from the broken stone that still has a small puddle of water in the crater and she nudges the woman’s muzzle in her direction. “Here,” she tells her, drawing attention to what little remains in the curvature of the stone.