[While the gryphons still remain restless, Benedikta can at least sense it. It's not as if she thinks the woman is at fault for falling into the nest—as much as she loves the birds herself, she would not wish it upon herself either, especially seeing how they react to a stranger suddenly in their midst.
Her fingers at her sword relax, but her grip on the larger gryphon's feathers remains, as intrigue sparks in her eyes.
A few more moments of tense silence passes with the only sounds being the still restless squawks and chirps throughout the caves, before Benedikta steps forward and offers her hand.]
You mentioned rifts?
[She tries to mask the desperation in her voice.]
You have just landed here from another world?
[Someone has yet to fill her in on this whole portal thing.]
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Her fingers at her sword relax, but her grip on the larger gryphon's feathers remains, as intrigue sparks in her eyes.
A few more moments of tense silence passes with the only sounds being the still restless squawks and chirps throughout the caves, before Benedikta steps forward and offers her hand.]
You mentioned rifts?
[She tries to mask the desperation in her voice.]
You have just landed here from another world?
[Someone has yet to fill her in on this whole portal thing.]