Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

despite praimfaya's best attempts to stay awake she hears opalia's last words to her murmured in their native tongue, the admission that it wouldn't be long enough; her eyelids are heavy. her energy sapped from her, lulled to a sense of security in the care of the nomedics and in the presence of a wolf she holds as a beloved. wake me before you leave. it is a weak, tired slurred command of the commander but it appeases her enough to allow her to fall into slumber, head lolling before gently lowering to her front paws, the words shared between stryx and opalia lost to her.