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

Wildfire doesn’t exactly answer her question with anything useful, and it only fuels the frustration in her chest. She takes a step back and filters a shaky breath through her nose, slowly coming to realize the other’s unsteady words. Slate eyes shift, and glance toward her once more but she’s turned from, and she doesn’t know what to do. Staying in the cave isn’t going to work—she won’t get any sleep, or rest—and even if she leaves she knows she won’t.

“Just. Stay here,” she tells her then, before slipping past the fiery girl. She doesn’t offer her a nudge or nose goodbye as she slips from the cave. Thuringwethil stands outside of the cave for a moment, blinking in the direction Magpie disappeared, and considers following after her. She doesn’t, and turns the other way, and heads… somewhere else to clear her head.