Sleeping Dragon getting drunk with a blue caterpillar

Magpie can't help but bristle at the other woman's condescending tone, but it's not something to address here and now— the situation is so far from normal that Gyda's arrogance is unwelcome. The fleimkepa knows that Thuringwethil is able to care for herself, but she is unable to express her true cause for worry; it seems inappropriate, as does rebuking the leader for her ignorant assumptions. Magpie opts for silence and merely sets her jaw in a firm clench. She's seen more of the Commander, anyway, and it is to her that her loyalties belong to. It is only Heda's opinion and trust that matters.

"Yes," she agrees, her voice firm and steady. The bugs are aggravating her, and as each flies painfully into her body, Magpie feels the panic threaten to loose itself again. For the moment, however, she's managed to get a handle on it. The Corvidae moves to lead them as Gyda draws near, a shallow effort to regain control over the perception the Queen seems to have of her. She's surprised when the woman mentions her niece, unsure of why she is calling her out specifically, and makes a neutral comment in attempt to cover her ignorance, "We all should. There's got to be a cave somewhere large enough for all of us."

It doesn't matter if they're separated, not really, but the Corvidae felt more comfortable with large numbers surrounding her. Besides, she didn't particularly want to get stuck alone with someone who thought her a sniveling puppy for the duration of the storm. She thinks she sees a dark figure somewhere behind the thick swarm as they move through the territory, and Magpie looses a sharp bark that she hopes is loud enough to cut through the thrumming sound of the locusts.