Dragoncrest Cliffs Every single one's got a story to tell

He slips up and she brings her gaze to him as he corrects himself, though he does not look at her. Anywhere but her. The hurt is there in his features, even his stance, and she releases a slow breath. He knife twists deeper in her chest when he mentions his father and, indirectly, the mistake. A mistake is always forgiven if there is no death involved and perhaps Eastwood does not understand she lost something, too, and has mourned in her own way. Stoic of a warrior as always does not free her from pain and losing her son in the process when he stands right in front of her hurts just as much.
 
“Of course there is room for you. Heda left a while ago to Trigeda and took with her several wolves. I…” she pauses and licks her dry lips. “Drageda could use all the good warriors it can get.”