Dead Empress Backwater we arm ourselves with the wrongs we've done

It's time to strap our boots on

Conquest

This is a perfect day to die

Torianna was diligent in her work, content to claim her prize proudly and (knowing her) quite loudly. Thus, she wanted to do the bulk of the work herself which would only ring true if she put just as much grit into helping Ozark as she had otherwise. There was a gentle hum as she worked.

And then there was a determined nod as the woman explained the next bit to her. It mattered little to her, pulling through it. She knew her mother would be quite displeased that she had not immediately come to her with the light injuries, and she could begin to feel the wooziness settling in as the adrenaline began to ebb away.

“Very well.” She stated simply as she began her work, her pace noticeably slowing the further down they got.