Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

By this time, Thuringwethil is already on the mend. She’s left her secluded area and reintegrated into the cavern. Her visitors are still few and far between, wishing to keep only to those close to her. Eventually, she opened up to traveling out of Hougeda into the rest of the world but she still remains close, just in case, and at least until her strength returns. It will take some time to get her strength and stamina back up but the moment she’s able to take someone in a spar, she’ll take it easy and let her body regenerate. Regular meals and medicine from Portia has been the saving grace but other things have fallen on her mind and, in no time, she is easily slipping back into commander mode.

She picks her head up from the lake when she hears the quiet voice of another. Her ears swivel and she licks her lips, surprised to see Sirio the one the greeting belongs to. There’s never been anything impressive about the child to date, recollecting the few interactions she’s actually had with the child. “Sha?” she asks quickly, raising one brow in anticipation.