<b>Pegawen looked out as Thorgan approached, and watched his interactions with the soldier laying in the bed. He really cares about his people, she thought. He'd make a good king one day. <br/>
</b><br/>“<b>Really?” she asked, perking up as he spoke about the garden. “I'd like to look at it. There may be things in it that I've not seen before.” She rose to her feet, prepared to go look, but paused at Theolan's mournful words. “It'll be alright,” she offered, glaring at Thorgan as he placated the young soldier with fanciful promises. There was no healing him, his back had been severed by a blade. Before she could point out to him that he was not a healer, a call from the wall caught their attention and he left again.</b><br/><br/>“<b>Men. Always think they know better than anyone else,” she muttered under her breath as she resumed tending the soldier. <br/>
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When he returned, announcing a visitor, she turned. At first, she didn't recognize who it was until Glendilina removed her helm. What was she doing here? She should be safe back at Greendale, not out here. Baffled, she watched Thorgan grin before turning her gaze back to the hiril who held her arms out. “Hiril Glendilina, mae g'ovannen,” she murmured, curtsying to her before standing straight. “What brings you here? How did you manage to get out here so fast? It's hardly safe.” As the words tumbled from her lips, she returned to tending the soldier. </b>