Sleeping Dragon Come away from the water

Saria is quick to assure her speculations, for what other reason would her healer from home show up at her doorstep? Bad news had yet to be presented and at this point, she does not expect there to be any only to leave it waiting for their pleasantries to move along. Her tail wags a few times above her spine before she stills it and takes a step forward. The confirmation adds a peacefulness within her. Some green had begun to grow back around them and one of her own has been returned to her. Drageda might not be Seageda, but piece by piece, they can be together again.

“Komba raun,” she softly says, pulling her nose to allow the girl to come with her. “Tona en noseim,” she encourages her with a reassuring smile. They will never be the same, she knows, but the new changes had been a lot to stomach for some—namely Seregryn, and maybe Rebekka—but Saria has always been level headed and assuring, even when Thuringwethil needed it herself.