Dragoncrest Cliffs Finally I can join my family.

It is a long moment before anything happens. Portia tends to Eske, dismissing her from the situation at hand. Melchior is there within minutes and a minor exchange, and then he takes the Cheka back to the den. She turns her head and watches her disappear while she remains stone-face. Her ears twitch upon her head but she turns and refocuses back on the healer as Gyda’s child is escorted away. Thuringwethil licks her dried lips, looking down upon the girl on the ground.

Kendra had not achieved much in Drageda since her time being and she teeters back and forth what to do. She’d warmed Thuringwethil’s heart, though, as her dedication and loyalty had proven quickly in her time. She bounced back from starvation and contributed the moment she’d been able and, in that short time, had become part of her own. She breathes a slow sigh through clenched teeth, stepping up just as Melchior returns to help where he can. Once, she steps close enough to lower her nose to the girl’s cheek and, softly and quietly, “yu gonplei ste odon.” She remains low only for a moment before she steps back and returns to her spot.

“There is a clearing on a northern cliff, bordered by the redwoods,” she says. Her tone remains as it always does. When she looks between the two she has to help, she wonders at the irony that those that know the most about plants stand before her while Kendra remains on the ground. “Do you have any more palm leaves?” she asks between the two, hopeful that one of them will be able to provide.