Chimera Fields Spawns from some illness of the mind

Nyra's internal fire blazed with pleasure.
Outwardly, she kept a sympathetic face.
This poor man truly didn't know what was going on, then.

He dropped his shoulders, and promised to look for Alduin. 
If, in turn, she looked for their own pup.

"I will. Thank you." She dipped her head as if she'd keep the vow.
Maybe she would, maybe she would keep an eye out. 

Maybe she'd also take the pup for the Saints, if she could.
With all said, however, the Warmaiden would begin moving again, more or less into the trees again with a slow, exhausted gait.

For her, the conversation was over. But if he wished to say something else, she'd stop to oblige his words.