Dragoncrest Cliffs get a hold of yourself

Njord searched her earthen face for any sign of comprehension, but if there was any it was barely a flicker. Brown eyes swam in their sockets, disoriented, as her gaze roamed across the walls of the den. The red-tail frowned, concerned, and cursed the fact he had very little medicinal training at all. Would she be in this quasi-lucid state forever?

Despite his worries, she replied! It seemed like it took great effort to press her tongue against the back of her incisors to render any sort of word. Heidr she said. “Heidr,” Njord replied with a small bob of his head. He gestured to himself once again, “Njord,” and then extended a paw to hover over her shoulder. “Heidr.”

It was a very Tarzan and Jane moment.

He bent over and picked up the fish he had brought for her. It was a small steelhead trout – rainbow and iridescent with speckles across its body. Njord carefully placed it a bit closer, nosing it some, and hoped she was well enough to keep some food down.