Lake Rodney Kill Wanheda, and you command death.

wanheda, he calls her ...and not with an ounce of mockery that she can detect. it is the first time that she can recall that anyone besides her mother has called her it and she feels it shift her posture. a subtle shift but not entirely unnoticeable to a keen eye. of course, praimfaya replies. it was no small decision, she wagers, even if they did just stay for the winter. she does not expect them to make it lightly, either. i would very much enjoy meeting your sister. she tells him sincerely, a slight wag of her tail given. she tries to fight the buoyancy of hope budding in her chest — he is only promising her another meeting either to bring her good news or bad. either way, she cannot help but respect him for it: for his honesty, for considering her offer.

i should return, she speaks then, knowing that if she was gone too long ingram would probably worry, and the last thing she wished to do was cause her father stress ... well, more stress that she probably already does anyway. see you in the morning. and with those words spoken in parting she offers a dip of his head and turns to head back towards broken antler fen.