Dragoncrest Cliffs I am holy now the water's hit me

He just wanted to do what this needed, whatever this way be. Worriedly, he was at Portia's beck and call to help her get where and what she needed, although really just wanted to get out of here and settling in elsewhere for a proper mending and rest. Even his baseline understanding of medicine just wanted to start there. But everything was one step at a time. His flashed a glance from commander to yearling as the latter was on his way to gather the others. In time, he would join them once all was said, done, and entirely handled elsewhere--so surely not so soon. Hopefully they could find something, somehow, and once more, a scowling stare swept the wounds etched onto his wife and daughter before he was on his way towards the stocked den well within their confines.

my last here