Dragoncrest Cliffs There be no relief from grief

Cherub’s Wing of Honor was trying to find her footing again and learn her current limitations. Walking was becoming easier, though her limp was still quite pronounced, and running was not out of the question, but it could only be done under immense pain that would ebb after a few hours. She found it less and less agonizing each day to move her battered hip, and getting out of her den was starting to lift her spirits considerably.

Though certainly not as cheerful as before the bear, her kindness still remained, so when she saw one of Sapphique’s youths looking fairly forlorn, she approached without forethought. Hello, she said softly, trying to keep the limp from her step as she drew closer. Would you mind accompanying me to the lake? She didn’t need to ask if he was okay – none of them were – but maybe she could distract him from his troubles for a little while.