Moonspear right there out on the deck

Haedwig's arrival was shockingly swift, as in under ten minutes. She had heard Europia howl when she arrived, but ignored it in the moment. A howl from the healer's den told her that may not have been the correct decision.

The feeling that sparked in her chest upon seeing the once plump and healthy princess could be described in four words; 'that's my fucking baby.' She had raised that girl, and Haedwig would throw herself off the mountain top before seeing her die.

She didn't speak to anyone, rushing forward to crouch next to Europia and check her over for wounds. The look in her eyes screamed of the sort of maternal affection that, despite claiming to others on the mount that she had sworn it off, was burning strong. Haedwig took her work seriously, both as a healer and as the prophet of the Corax. She had promised to care for Selenia's children in new lands; just because the kingdom had collapsed didn't mean she was absolved of that responsibility.

Safe to say that she was ready to tear pelts if she was interrupted.