Dragoncrest Cliffs It’s a crying shame them’s the breaks

Rosalyn woke with a start when Chacal's hurried approach hit her ears. She had been sleeping lightly, but looked sharply at her daughter. Her gaze softened slightly when she recognized who it was, and grew a note of concern at the whimper.

Was something wrong? Had someone come? She made a low noise of reassurance in her throat in response, hoping that she'd explain. If someone were in danger, no doubt there'd be more urgency to her. This was something else.