Wine and Hemlock (WARNING: Assisted Suicide Themes)

A loud laugh nearly erupted from Lana as she watched the kid. Maker, thank you. I needed that laugh. It took a good minute or two for her to quell it, much to the embarrassment of the young lad, no doubt. Not what I meant. She finally explained with a shake of her head.

Once the laughter had dispelled, she looked over to the man holding the young boy. Get him set up over there, she gestured a short distance away from her own griffon. We need to bring the people here with him that are well enough to travel.

Her gaze flicked to the young lads, then back to Jorah. We will assess the sick and wounded case by case.