The Sunspire This mortal form is a bit battered

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She would reflect more critically on the social system of the Sunspire in time to come. Lately she had focused mostly on keeping their territory guarded and their caches filled, with far less consideration for how it appeared to newcomers looking for their place. Granted, as Jace had suggested, even the mountain itself was not for everyone. The same could be said about the wolves here.. not that she could view this as a problem by any standard of the word.

Her eyes stayed on the wounds as he shifted now, then offered his thanks. Mhm, she grunted quietly. It should not take too long to mend, she added hopefully; the wounds were not terrible, he was fit, healthy, and although rather prone to finding himself in situations to earn injuries, he seemed to recover well. Ame knew some mindless little loner wouldn't set him back much, but it was true he should take it easy and rest in the coming days.

Meanwhile, she was already intending to head back to the borderlands after this.