Sleeping Dragon Shackles around my wrists

To see him open up made her happy, she did not like seeing him cower from her as if she might hurt him. He stuttered over his name, leading her to wonder if it was truly his name. "Is that the name you were born with? Or a different name?" 

"I am Lorne. It means alone." The brief introduction was more than she gave others, the meaning behind her name often being concealed. She pondered his question silently, getting up to pace some as she considered the pack's strengths and weaknesses. 

"We have plenty of warriors, scouts, and hunters. Do not offer her that. We have few healers, or any who know the healing art at least. I believe Lucani and I are the only ones. Offer her something intellectual, healing or astronomy or poisons." It was unspoken that if he failed he may not leave Drageda alive. 

She glanced up at him solemnly, "If you fail...I will help you fight for your life if need be." It was risky, the pack was large and most wouldn't disobey Thuring if she ordered them to stand aside. But really, what else did Lorne have to lose? Death comes to all and if she had to die saving someone so be it.