Dragoncrest Cliffs so I shot it down

Thuringwethil barely notices the hesitation. It's not something that matters in the moment. She obeys and turns around, disappearing by the sound of softer footfalls away from where they stand. Her attention never leaves the child, either, and she only entertains different ideas in case she missed one all together but ultimately she knows what she needs to do. The girl stammers her gratitude and gives the same plea she's heard before, here and in Seageda, but there is simply nothing she can do for her. At another time, perhaps, but now is not it.

The woman lifts her head and makes a call, but it is not for their healer. The intent is vague but direct to those ears sensitive only to her voice. She looks back down when her song is over with a reassuring smile while she waits. "Can you walk?"