#darkgatefortress

She offers some of her own glamour to prime the pump of the bunk. And soon... "It's ready. Can you make sure everybody gets some?" She goes to get the dog's bowl.

"Okay," And red solo cups are spread out

Soon, she's offering the bowl out to the wounded dog. "Have a drink. Go on."

"Bridge Sylvi?" A troll she may recognize, though not very familiar, Thane Linnea of Silverwolf, sits on a cot, surrounded by bits and pieces that speak to completed bunks.

She turns to look while still helping the dog. "Oh! Hi! It's, Linnea, right?"

Her hair, normally in two neat plaits, is... frizzed out, would be the polite way to state it. Rivaling Dagmar's on a humid day if she stuck her finger in a light socket... There might also be scorch marks on her clothing.

The dog laps

and.. fur regrows better skin

A blink at the hair, but she's too polite to mention it.

A smile. "I am honored you remember me. Hopefully not unpleasantly. Our last meeting was... fraught, through no fault of either of ours, but not my best moment."

"Is aught well with Bergen? Baroness Nadeen was concerned."
(pause)

Sylvi begins to answer automatically, but then pauses before saying, "Rivervale itself is fine, but I know Dame Dagmar was badly wounded while fighting off foes during the trod collapse. My mother said she got healing, and she was resting at the Lodge last I heard. I'm sure she's okay, but you should let the Baroness know, when you can."

“I see.” A frown. “I'll go see if phones are working yet, or send a messenger if I can. I am overdue to do so.”

She steps away.

Sylvi nods, and she makes sure that Private Thunder is feeling the effects of the Well of Life.

Private Thunder is up and chewing as his bandages

" I know how he feels" A sip from the Storm "A cheer to our former Bridge and still ally, Freeholder of Goldfinch, Sylvi Davidson"

CHeers come out all around

She smiles. "Thank you," she says in response to the cheers, "and thank you for facing the foes and forces that gave you your wounds. You're heroes, one and all."

A few more cheers

"You didn't embarrass me. Good work" The storm tells

them with a smile

Sylvi resists rolling her eyes at Colton's backhanded praise.

"Let's give you a hand Storm" "Oh he'd only lose it" grins

Rather than be angry per se, Colton holds up his remaining hand, the one with the middle finger

THAT gets more humor

She grins. Good. He's able to joke with them. There was a time he too anxious about his authority to do that.

She also checks, "You drank your gatorade?"

"Well done, men, well done" He says then looks at her "Yes, yes i did. And some credit to LIn who was talking to you, the thane heatherbalmed quite a few of us"

"Yes, I saw there was a lot of healing already accomplished. Made what I did sort of the cherry on top instead of the whole ice cream sundae."

"We better get in touch with Bertand about another arm." Her brow furrows a bit.

"Back to glass? Maybe. The Chief might want to forge me a steel one this time"

A frown on his face "But it's costly and unfair Darkgate will be being me a new one"

"Well, it's costly, yes, but hardly unfair. You serve Darkgate, and you got these wounds in that service, right? What's unfair is the trods going bonkers like they did."

"Well, it would have been worse, but it looks like at least one buffer was up" He says "NEar as Dame Kelby could tell"

"I know Dad was working on them, near us. That's how Dagmar got hurt, guarding his back while he worked."

"Oh, so your dad helped us. " A nod "I guess I owe him"

She absently scritches Thunder.

THunder is happy to be free of bandages and happy

to be petted

"You know he'd say you don't, that he was doing it for the Silver and the people on it."

"Yeah, your dad says a lot of things I tune out. " He smiles

The power fades out with a fizz and a nocker can be heard "I can furking fix this... .just.. wait up"

Folks in the dark GROAN

The storm sighs and says "Okay, let's get to the ayrie, the birds will have to do for messages"

Sylvi looks around at the utter dark, then reaches for Colton. She fumbles a bit until she touches his jawline, and then claims a kiss in the dark.

A kiss returned, surprised but pleased

She doesn't force him to linger; she knows he has duty. "To the Aerie, Storm," she agrees.

Linnea requests for a bird to be sent. The message short - Trouble at DG. Will return once stable. Phone offline. Summon if needed.

The raven flies off, hoping a fucking hawk doesn't eat it