Greatmother Hawkwind smoothed back the Tauren's mane and met the eyes of her son over Ihoni's drowsing head. She had been so exhausted when she'd finally made it to Camp Narache; it had been all Greatmother could do to get her to sit, much less bed down. "She will not be able to stay here for long," the chieftain said, his voice a muted rumble so as not to wake the slumbering Skychaser. "Not that it will be I who sends her off..." Greatmother Hawkwind smiled quietly. "No," she murmured. "She will go of her own. Give her a few days, my son, and she will find her path." Sort of. "Ihoni!"