[For the most part, Vereesa has kept to herself and her own thoughts throughout the ride. She's glancing out at the passing scenery, none of which is terribly familiar to her, though she still holds onto the hope of spotting her sisters.
Every so often she'll cast a glance at the others riding with them, and her eyes fall upon the "Queen" she met previously. She seems to be nursing a wounded arm, and Vereesa straightens a bit as she addresses her.]
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Every so often she'll cast a glance at the others riding with them, and her eyes fall upon the "Queen" she met previously. She seems to be nursing a wounded arm, and Vereesa straightens a bit as she addresses her.]
Were you injured in the attack?