Dragoncrest Cliffs we're singing hymnals

No one else has anything to say. They seem to understand the weight of the interaction. Thuringwethil does not let her eyes travel from the woman. Even though she is still thin, and has lost a little muscle mass, it won’t take but a few weeks to return to be ready for winter. Even with the strife that has befallen all of them in the absence of Wildfire, they are still in one piece and perhaps sending for a Fos Goufa had been a little premature. She turns to the guards only briefly, a single nod to dismiss them both, and then glances back to Dio. A single nod draws him closer to her side.

From there, they speak and exchange pleasantries as they see fit before letting the woman get acquainted with Drageda on her own.