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A rumble grows within her chest as Seregrýn gets closer with the appropriate submission. There have been some changes but perhaps what is left is something only she can do, but knows she won’t be able to turn her back on the girl for a while. Thuringwethil eventually jerks her nose for the fos goufa to stand and regain her footing once more. She doesn’t go as far to push her to apologize to Emaleth but she shoots her a thankful look anyway to dismiss her if she didn’t wish to stand there anymore. Whether or not she does, Thuringwethil does go back to the other to explain.

“The mountain did not want us there anymore. It is not safe. We’ve settled here,” she explains, pulling her nose so that Seregrýn can follow and Emaleth if she so wished. “Drageda,” she then reminds her before looking through the trees. The air is salt and there is a faint roar in the distance. “It is like Seageda.”