Dragoncrest Cliffs I knew not to trust, yet I had no choice.

On some level, she knows if she had not left, these things would not have happened. Her presence wouldn’t have faltered. Drageda isn’t as strong as it once was. They’ve gone through so much over its short life and they’ve come out for the better but if anything, this has only show her there’s more work to do. The weak have left, as they always have and always will. She doesn’t like that it involves her former mate and children but she does not go after them in a vengeful fury.

Instead, it has hardened and frozen over in the pit of her chest. It’ll brew and turn and she’ll make use of the desire, redirect every ounce of bubbling anger into something small and compact.

Thuringwethil likes her lips and nods, agreeing with the sentiment.

“We will,” she tells him and steps closer. Normally, she would not sit for she must be Heda all the time but the strain this has put them all under is more delicate than she’d admit. Carefully, she sits and offer the same to him. “It will make us stronger.”