[ She remembers the silo batch. They had been unfortunate. Hers had been a gentle awakening in the meadows, or as gentle as being spirited away and accused of a crime could be. ]

I can relate a little. I also left friends on the battlefield, and I pray they're doing alright.

[ She doesn't think they'll have more or less trouble - she wasn't anyone particularly strong or special, but she worries for them. If she could, she would be there healing their injuries right now. ]

A dragon's lair, though...what made you go there?