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Modesty had sent her kite ahead with a message for the leaders of the Hallows to announce her arrival. She called as they crossed into the starlit plain, Siduri in tow. Their last meeting had been positive, and she'd hate to blow that out of the water by barging in, but they were seeking medical assistance, and she didn't want to make them come all the way out to meet her only to backtrack to the castle, so she continued into the plain. Modesty was clearly unarmed, and the thick scent of healing poultices enshrouded the pair. Sakana had been treating Sid since the first raid, and there had still been no improvement to her eye or vision. The tear where her shoulder met her neck was holding together, but new wounds had replaced the original.

The ferocity of the raid had left their two young healers overwhelmed, and while the others were old enough to tough it out with some stitches, there was more going on with Siduri, and Modesty wouldn't accept any less than the best. Her jaw was clenched with worry, but she spared a reassuring smile for her daughter, “We'll try to make it quick so you can spend some time with your friends,” Was she being optimistic? Probably.

“Speech.”