Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

For the first moment, she still felt misplaced despite all the relief stirred together with concern. It came as a myriad of feelings, as she found things often are in these days, but hearing her name brought a slow exhale. Good, and she took a small step closer afterward. The medics slowly become a secondary thought and she sensed the space they lend her. Thank you, came swiftly to mind. Thank you.. to Sugar, and her companion but she would handle that gratitude later on.. not that she knew how to repay them. Even if the reunion may not be every circumstance she wanted to see with her brother's charge wounded, and Osiris' questions kept her keenly aware of the bridges burned, it was still something she had not been able to find on her own. For them, she was impossibly grateful.

Hearing the apology tipped down her nose, and left her thinking for a heavy moment. A slow, steadying breath, then she nodded. A trace of acceptance, though she was coming to grips with it as well. Frustration kept her barbed, but sorrow weighed her down. Times had changed, and her with it somehow--though the warrior did not know if it was for the better yet. I wish you had told me.. she murmured in their tongue. I needed you then was the whole truth she wanted to say. I searched.. but could never catch up. Grief had knocked her down, and with loss pairing over it, she had certainly not been at her best. Was it for his revenge? And.. what happened now, all this? she asked, less somber then as she gestured for wanheda's wounds, and a searing flash of worry in her mismatched eyes went there with it.

Were these the same teeth that had done Dacio in? She hoped not, but if it was, it only expedited her cause.