The one constant in Viveka's life had been the Valkyries. Even when it felt like the world had been ripped out from underneath her, even when she had to keep herself from cringing every time she saw Isolde, she still had the Valkyries to lead. With the threat of Nevermere constantly looming inside their village, Viveka wanted her warriors to always be in top condition and ready to fight at a moment's notice. Regardless of what she thought about their Priestess, if Isolde commanded them to war, she would gladly follow.

But with such hard training came the risk of injuries, and the telltale crack of bone breaking had sounded across the Nest that morning. A younger recruit, one who was perhaps pushing herself too hard to catch up to the oldest Valkyries, cradled her arm against her chest as Viveka escorted her to the healers herself, leaving the others to continue their training.

She hovered nearby, outside the tent, her face tipped up to the sky to soak in the rays of sunshine that attempted to chase away the nipping cold of Hiems. The sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention and she turned to find Waiola walking towards her, as well as noted the retreating back of the young Valkyrie.

She grimaced at the healers words, "She is young and is pushing herself too hard. I failed her by allowing her to work as hard as she was." Her eyes softened as they looked towards where the Valkyrie had gone, regret plain on her features.

She knew Waiola was correct and that injuries could happen to any of them, young or old. Something as simple as not stretching properly before a hard training session could injure a seasoned Valkyrie. Perhaps it was the other things looming over her that made her even more protective of the women recently.

She looked back at the blonde healer, dipping her head slightly. "I know she is, and I thank you, all of you, for your help and care." She considered Waiola's offer to sit and talk, but she didn't really know the woman that well. She couldn't speak about the things that haunted her with the women she did know well, let alone someone who was practically a stranger.

But she offered a small smile, "I could talk for a bit, sure." She'd follow Waiola to wherever the woman would lead her before asking, "Have you been busy this season? Or are the women healthy?" It was a general question, encompassing all of the village.