Totoka River with lips made of glass

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though the desire to assure hua that she is right, praimfaya resists for the sake of not wanting to sound arrogant. instead, she simply bobs her head — wincing as the action pulls at the mending, still open flesh — in abstract agreement. when i am well enough i will return to sagtannet, she responds and gestures in the general direction of sawtooth spire with a paw in lieu of her muzzle. on sawtooth spire. that is where you will find me.

praimfaya lets out a soft sigh.

i should get back before my healers begin to worry, a pause and soft smile borne of an infant camaraderie is offered. until we meet again. and with those words, she takes her leave, limping her way back to the makeshift infirmary stryx and sugar glider made up for her.