Sleeping Dragon 808s & heartbreak

It immediately smoothed some of the proverbial prickles when Freyja mentioned that Thuringwethil had been nearby during these encounters with Seff. It didn't settle Wildfire entirely, though. Based on what Freyja had to say about him, she had definitely developed a crush. She knew she should trust the Feisripa's judgment—and the commander's as well—but she couldn't help but think of wolves like Goober and worry about Freyja's innocence and virtue.

"What does Heda think of him?" Wildfire wondered, her curiosity again quite authentic. Realizing she hadn't really said anything beyond her two pointed questions, she paused and added, "It sound like you might have your first crush, Frey." She wanted to smile, maybe even to tease, but she was torn. On one hand, she felt like a mother or aunt figure to Freyja and, on the other, she wanted to be her friend. Plus there was that whole thing where she felt like one giant scab.