Qeya River Feels

The gesture doesn't go unnoticed but Thuringwethil is quiet, and she only nods her head. Lucani's departure hasn't yet settled well within her and the bitter rose like acid in the back of her throat at the thought. She wouldn't have anyone to tend to her wounds upon their return to Drageda's borders but they all seem superficial, and would heal over time. Heda wouldn't push her too hard at first, even with the thread of war over their head.

"I am sure Magpie will be glad to see you," she comments but she realizes she hadn't had a chance to tell the older woman of their connection. Things had certainly been a mess and once all is said and done, she would feel a lot better. "But unfortunately we don't have a healer to look you over."

They moved, slowly, and she turns once to glance at the smaller canine and allows her to use her for support. She stays slow, keeping up with her pace and watches from the corner of her eye for any painful reaction.

"There is one thing you must know," she begins and, perhaps if she'd known the relation between the girl and the Phoenix queen, she'd speak differently, but her voice reveals her steely truth. "You cannot cross the river anymore. It isn't safe. The Phoenix wolves to the south are... well. We have an agreement to keep separated by the river. There is a kill order on both sides."