Dragoncrest Cliffs maybe spit some blood at the camera, just stay alive

Heda is dead. The missive, brimming with anguish, hushed whatever Aure had been tending to at the present. A particular repose fell over her, then, and she remained mute as she made to heed the rest of the red lady's call. If it weren't for the ponderous beats of her heart, she might have faded into something reclusive and hidden, away from it all. If it weren't for the vitality in her belly, she might have no arrived at all.

But she did. Still mute, she fell into step beside @Natjuk, her ally-in-arms, with a consoling brush of her ivory flank against his. In truth, it wasn't too obscure to figure out what had happened -- not when the kru regarded the cliffs behind Blixen so heartrendingly. Even more, she wished she could transform into something airy and embracing, and to fold everyone who still gathered into her spirit.