Sawtooth Spire cold, cold man.

having never officially met wylla — or at the very most had any sort of conversation with her — praimfaya has no idea what to expect of the elusive ( to her ) eisen. the demand goes heard by the wanheda and to her chagrin unanswered by her once companion. understandable, praimfaya considers; and turns her face to peer at wylla with a slight lower of her head. she's just travelling, praimfaya responds in what she hopes wylla finds to be reassuring. this is stryx, she gestures to the older of the two women. she saved my life after that crazy bitch attacked me in the ravensblood. not that praimfaya's real sure that wylla would care and then glimpses at connie and offers stryx an apologetically sheepish look.

and this is ...connie? praimfaya gestures to the child. it seems to be that stryx isn't sure where she comes from. praimfaya offers, hoping that her explanation of the fact that she knows stryx is enough to indirectly answer wylla's demand. would praimfaya have thought sagtannet was in danger she would've seen them off with a flash of her teeth. as it was, she knew the nomedic, as sugar glider called herself, was of no threat to sagtannet.