Sleeping Dragon but stars burn out, my dear, and everything golden dies

Wildfire admitting she wants to go leaves a weird feeling in her stomach. She had reason for not putting her on the front lines and now, if things went south, what were they to do? She had a war to focus on and protecting her newest friend—subordinate, she tries to consider her, but struggles—can’t get in the way. Protecting Drageda is what she plans to do tomorrow, removing the Phoenix wolves—or, the very least, figuring something else. Without Larksong Grotto, perhaps… 

Thuringwethil shakes the thought and when it falls silent, she finishes the meal, remembering Gyda’s urge to get her to eat something and rest. Consistent sleep until the morning won’t likely come easy to her, but she at least has a stomach satisfied from hunger. “How has your stay been?” she asks, diverting the attention to something else.