Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

admitting that she doesn't truly know where to search for dacio's killers — despite that he'd died of his wounds and not necessarily at the jaws of another directly — any more than she had when she'd first left moonspear was a lot like admitting defeat. so she doesn't. she acknowledges opalia's words with a soft noise that reverberates in her injured throat and is near enough to draw a small gasp of pain from wanheda. she swallows it back, refusing to let it flutter free.

i'd like for you to stay, praimfaya tells opalia and then adds, for as long as you can. as far as stryx and sugar glider ...praimfaya cannot answer for her healers. she thinks that opalia is here at all means they don't mind her presence but — she could be wrong. for a moment she worries about trouble opalia might find herself in upon her return especially if they were against her visitation, and though the thought concerns praimfaya, she tucks it aside. her recouped strength is beginning to wane and soon the pain of her wounds as she moves and speaks — despite her best efforts to be mindful — would not be enough to keep her awake.