Whitefish River mama said knock you out

dragomir puts words to her question before she can utter it, and she instead settles for the looming dread that comes with the thought of them leaving, again. "okay," she agrees, and then her father brings up Aure and her brow wrinkles. as Dragomir did, she still loved Aure; but no matter her feelings, her mother had always felt a little distant, as if there were parts of her she could never understand and could never have. 

but no matter how much her leaving had infuriated the girl—no doubt there were other scouts here that did not have injured children—the possibility that she could have been injured, or lost, is pressing enough for her to breath out a second, "okay." it is as if the dangers and worries all around have suddenly decided to focus on them, and her father's frantic energy is contagious. "where do we go? where's moonspear?"