Emberwood Golden gilded healers

Arlette paused, her ears falling to the side. Oh-- Oh no. She felt tears prick into her eyes. "I'm-- I'm sad to hear that," she admitted. "But-- From what I've known about him, I think that would have been his preferred way to die. To protect the ones he deemed worthy," Arlette spoke. She was still sad to hear it, but it was amazing to hear how he knew his mother, and how he had lived because of her. He had reached a great age with three legs.

"Sounds like a deep wound," Arlette agreed. "Well, I could always come visit Tikal and just see if I bring any memories. If she doesn't remember she might not talk to me at all," Arlette offered. "But I'd be willing to help. Fury was like a sister, so if I can help Sovereign then I will do what I can."