Northstar Vale vivid echoes of the dream on his mind

its ok <3 tiny post for now /sobs

Gilded gaze narrowing, now;
the stricken regards this bloodied strider with some manner of airy apprasial; a muted urge driven by that which the druids of her birthshaven had so implored into her mind's workings; one that had a clinical, distant voice speculating o'er myriad lacerations, the heave of breath from lung within quivering ribs. All that seemed sufficent in saying, for now, was:

"Ze lioness took a nibble out of you, as well?"

Pungent, prominent; Andraste found no wish within her to enforce the law of her own land. Ridiculous, perhaps  —  but she did not much care. Not now, when it seems another has, for once, been through a harrowing event that is not so unlike her own.