Seregrían recalls that for three days and nights, she huddled near a fire fed only by scant wood and her staff’s power, watching over Gwathwethil as the wounded morroval healed herself from within. The she-bat slept a great deal, waking only to sate her hunger with the raw flesh of wolf and ice-drake that Seregrían provided.
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