Whitefish River To the Rivers

Speedy nodded, relieved to hear that the other woman had not suffered any injuries. Good, she said, another warm smile crossing her face in place of the concern that had just been there. 

She was even more relieved to hear that Aliana didn't think the wolves who attacked her would follow her here; it made the healer feel better about her decision to let her join them here. And if they did come here, she was willing to deal with it herself—she looked perfectly capable to do so. Speedy nodded her acceptance. She assumed most would want the same in that situation, although Aliana would not be facing any danger alone.

She turned her head when she heard the Count's voice, greeting her with a smile and a dip of her head. She asked about The Saints, assured the joiner that the river was safe, and introduced herself. Speedy caught the request in her friend's gaze and nodded. This is Aliana; she wishes to join us here because winter is close and she wants to better her hunting and fighting skills, Speedy explained. And the danger she has told me of does not sound like The Saints—another potentially problematic group it seems. Something to do with ursine. The Chamberlain looked to Aliana then, giving her the chance to add whatever she wanted.