Arrow Lake carrying her own sword

a small, disgruntled huff leaves praimfaya's lips as she feels the gentle nudging touch of ingram's wet nose. natrona, praimfaya would think if she knew words and though it was incredibly likely that she wouldn't even remember this in a few minutes — let alone for any actual length of time — she considers that ingram might always side with blodreina. of course, bath time isn't quite the torture that praimfaya currently thinks it is and even if it is, she doesn't understand yet that it's a necessary evil. as predicted, she soon forgets about the lick and her fuss over bath-time and lets out a sleepy yawn as blodreina speaks with a soft smile towards ingram, as you said, only time will tell. blodreina murmurs in quiet and contemplative agreement.