Dragoncrest Cliffs Mourning light

Thuringwethil braces herself as Wildfire leans against her. She does not push her away or nudge her off but she keeps her close, closing her eyes and wrapping her head around what she can. While she can’t imagine what the girl is going through, she can keep herself still long enough to let her get through it. She doesn’t have any words for comfort while her mind runs blank, uncertain of what may or may not help. Instead, she does her best to be there to keep her standing and to help guide her somewhere warm.

“Don’t do it again,” she tells her and nothing else. She begins to move with a slow step, hoping to get the girl to follow along with her. The cavern offers the shelter they need, close to a cache they have been able to construct together, but her weary frame needs rest from her travels. Maybe even Portia will be nearby for a once over but she does not call directly for the woman. “Let’s get you somewhere warmer.”