Dragoncrest Cliffs young and hungry

She says his name in a way that instantly draws his attention up, ears forward as she anticipates what is to come. It should not surprise him that she wants to know what is going to happen to her though no one had given her much. There is a lot of mystery to her presence in Drageda after the storm, after the guardians stopped by when they’d found her. He isn’t even sure Thuringwethil knows exactly what to do with her.
 
“I don’t know if hold is the right word,” he muses, crossing one leg across the other, setting his weight against one shoulder as he leans back to make his time watching her comfortable. “You are healing,” he comments though he knows little about her wounds that he can’t see from the outside. He’s long since made the conclusion something else internal is wrong, though what he isn’t sure, otherwise she’d likely have been released. “I imagine they will move you when you’re ready to be a member.”