to the third power

She laughed, breathless with excitement just like Poem was. They'd really come out on top. It was a much needed win for everyone. Theory touched her nose gently to Poem's, afraid of jostling any part of her sister that had been injured by the raid. The brawl had been so chaotic that she couldn't track of who got hurt where, but their healers had done a great job working with Winterfell to make sure everyone was taken care of. They were still capable of working with their allies, even their "allies." She could trust her members to be trustworthy and reliable, even in difficult conditions. "I'm so, so proud of everyone. Especially Motif... to join the battlefield like that..." She blew a sigh out and stared at the sky for a moment, lost in thought. "How are you feeling?"