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despite the severity of the situation, lasher could not help but smile at the elegance of his daughters and the attention of lucani to the patient at hand. donnelaith was blessed indeed to have such faithful and skilled healers; it would thrive for generations to come beneath such dedication, he believed. "is it all right to move him to the medics' den?" he asked, nuzzling peregrine's ears gently and breathing in the man's scent, as if to assure himself that he was close at hand and living still.

"i shall also remain here," he told his younger daughter and the deep-voiced woman, casting a fond look to eilidh.