Sawtooth Spire cold, cold man.

to praimfaya, it seems that wylla doesn't not wish stryx and her young ward to continue to linger; and though the eisen's 'get lost' snarl smarts like a sting against her abilities as a guardian, praimfaya draws in a stiff breath and watches stryx depart, presumably with her fiery ward in tow. praimfaya cannot help the well of disappointment she feels, that a proven friend and skilled medic is turned away due to difference. she has nothing left to say and though wishes to offer words to stryx's retreating back, does not if only because wylla lingers.

i'll continue on my patrol. she offers a stiff bow to wylla before continuing on her way.