Gyrfalcon's Keep in the forests of the night

Not knowing what the expect from the steely healer kept her quietly wondering, but given a task to uphold suited her remarkably well. Opalia was just grateful for a chance to rest her body, even if she knew there would be hush to her mind's constant churning. Now, given new details to work through especially while she determined what to do with them from here. But first things first. Of course, she nodded deeply, grateful. Rest well, she offered softly before she turned purposefully back to her wounded wanheda.

The pale gona would do as asked, on all accounts. She would not be leaving without a word. If anything seemed amiss, she would alert the medics, and kept an ear turned in Praimfaya's direction when she settled in for a watchful spot beside her. She was determined to not remind herself of watching over Dacio's pained sleeps before the end had finally turned upon him. This would not be like that at all; she would mend, and regain her strength in time.

She curled into herself, eyes wide, but the rest of her stilling slowly down to rhythmic breaths as she settled--and digested the events of the day so far.