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Seregrýn does not pick herself up and Thuringwethil finds a great joy. She never expected the girl's spirit to break during her training and it does not surprise her to find out she'd been correct. She doesn't doubt Trigeda's ability to mentor the woman for when her death comes but perhaps there is only so much they can do. Besides, Seregrýn's rightful place is here in Drageda. If she needs to continue, if for the Fos Goufa's sake, she will, but their timing does not come eye to eye.

"Much has changed," she says, no less harsh than before but allows the slip of tongue for Emaleth's benefit. "But you do not come back to me and attack my wolves. Du yu git klin?" Thuringwethil bares her teeth should her words not meet their mark. The guard accompanying the Fos Goufa moves and Thuringwethil dismisses her of her duty a moment later. A few days rest and a meal or two and the woman will return to Trigeda.