Dragoncrest Cliffs the stars are blazing

She can’t help but wonder the motivation behind the continued questioning of her wounds and she wishes to write it off as concerned curiosity, or something as simple as pursuing a conversation out of politeness for his leader. Still, she doesn’t exactly like the pursuit of information and one ear twitches her irritation, searching for sounds of others nearby. “I sparred with Eske,” she comments offhand. A stupid decision, likely to be returned in the face of someone so expressive, but she keeps her own from further leaking out onto her features.

Thuringwethil doesn’t add anything else should he have more questions or if it is enough to satisfy the probe of curiosity.