Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

Thuringwethil watches as he approaches and comes to stand next to her, taking a sip of his own. She does not move from her spot on the ban and watches his movement. He looks more like his father than his sister, in a similar way Artaax does but it is difficult to find comparisons to her son when he has accomplished more. “I am fine,” she tells him. Overall, she feels better and thus not necessarily making her comments a lie. Her weight and energy has been returning and her strength is building once more. It won’t take long for her to return to her prime before the change in the season. Thuringwethil doesn't let her gaze fall from the child, waiting to see if he has anything else to add before he moves along again.