Erani spoke on, mentioning that forgetting would not be easy - but Sendoa knew it was possible. One only had to want to forget something in order to forget it. Time was another factor, and if - after two years - Valhalla could not forget, then it would be their loss. She then began to treat Sendoa's wound with care and concern as soon as the male with her had returned with what she had requested. The Queen relished in the feeling the salve provided and hoped sincerely that the wound would heal soon enough. The white Queen mentioned she would be sending someone for Soren and Kismet, and Sendoa nodded - pausing to contemplate the followup question. What would she do if Isardis cast aside this agreement? ?I will cross that bridge when - and if - I reach it.? It was the most honest thing she could say. Truthfully she knew not if she had the drive to stand up to Isardis, she would never know unless she was backed up against the wall. "I had best be getting back to the Kingdom, thank you for your assistance." The words tasted bitter - like day-old meat - but she spoke them with relative ease. Reluctantly she placed weight upon her injured paw, finding it to be sore and tender - but able to hold enough weight to hobble back home.
