Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-28358106-20180429193015

"Do not question my fire," Tirush fairly snaps, now approaching Jorge. "I have lain low a great many to protect my kin. If Iejir has turned his back on me, on us, then he is marked, and an enemy forever.  Strong may he be, and quick, and a great warrior, but I have yet to begin my fight.  Only see that you are not in my way when that time is come."

On all fours, she approaches the unconscious Jorge. Coming to him, she kneels, and, with surprising delicacy, gingerly removes his helmet. "Forgive me this, showing your face..."

She leans in and begins gently licking his face, cleaning his wounds, letting her DE heal some of him, if it is capable of doing so. She doesn't know if it is effective, but is only doing what she knows to do.

"Come back to us, ken'dhov, bring us your steel. Let your daughter feel your arms, and not the bite of my voice when I tell her that her father has gone.  The Great Fire does not call you, yet..."