Sawtooth Spire cold, cold man.

to the valiant effort of you and sugar glider, praimfaya says with an appreciative smile tugging at the edges of her lips. as she had with sugar, she feels the pressing urge to offer whatever she can as payment, though praimfaya knows it will never be enough. how can it when she is a body of commanders past? they might've saved her physical life but they did so much more. more than praimfaya could explain. i owe you my life. if there is anything you need, just ask and it'll be yours. anything within her power, at least.

i'm glad to see you're safe. wanheda's words are earnest as she moves onto the next topix, unable and unwilling to deny that she'd been worried about leaving her caretakers to the whims of the territorial — crazy, if praimfaya had anything to say about it — wolves that inhabited the ravensblood; however smart she knew the two women to be. still, praimfaya wasn't sure her half delirious rambling when they'd found her had been clear enough. sugar glider passed through a few weeks ago. said she was leaving to visit family. she's well. stryx hadn't asked and praimfaya wasn't sure how close the two women were but felt the need to pass it along anyway. she can't help but wonder if working together to save a woman's life might've been a bonding experience.

hm, praimfaya draws in a noncommittal exhale, studying the fiery cloaked girl. did children often go missing? was that commonplace in these wilds? she hasn't told you where she lives? where her parents are? and yet even as the words pass thru praimfaya's lips she assumes the answer to be 'no' for surely if the child had she'd be back home and not tagging along in stryx's adventure.