Raven's Watch i would sing

The emotions he watched pass over her face were curious to see this close, noting the way her brow moved and knit itself in consternation at his news. Litla konan was lucky, though, for she had not damaged her leg any worse than a small fracture; worse might have kept her down for months as opposed to weeks and in winter, such an injury was all the more grave.

Stee-yor-nu-ah-tee. Stjörnuáti. His head lowered to bundle up his herbs once more, though he paused and looked to her again. Many call this one Stjor. This one and mine brother, Solpallur, live upon this peak with the ravens, and others with us. Litla konan will be safe, will not hunger. This, he promised her, for even if she was not a wolf of the Watch, she was his patient now.