Her youngest sister was Toya, interesting, ill tempered was right though. The woman spoke more, of what she could offer Larka compared to what Toya was with the dragon's blood, though Larka needed the blood to survive as well. Mother, in these lands, Larka clung to her, feeling the woman kiss her head as she did, saying that she did not need to fear death, for she knew death as a sister, able to say that Larka's soul belonged to her and not death. Wait, did that mean that this woman was a Goddess?
Before she could ask her Larka felt herself being moved, away from the darkness and passed the rainbows before she felt air in her lungs as she breathed in once more from her body. Her eyes opened, she was alive! The woman was a Goddess! Larka slowly sat up, she was a soft bed of… stone, Larka could feel no pain, in fact as she looked herself over, as tired as she felt, she was wounded no more, her clothing was a wreck still but that didn't matter. The feeling of warmth radiated through her entire body, like a mother's embrace, and after a bit longer Larka felt her strength return to her and she felt tired no longer.
She stood slowly and looked around at what she had done, once since becoming a Reaver had she seen what they were capable of when mortally wounded as she had been. It was chaos, to say the least, and violent to an extreme, and now she was back from death, and able to see what she had done before she went down, and it put things into a new perspective for her. She looked to Angela and went to her, embracing her again tightly. "Thank you, Mother, thank you." Larka spoke as she wiped a few tears from her eyes as she stepped back a little from Angela. "For what you have done for me, the least I can do is fight for you when you call upon me." Larka replied. "My mission to find my wife is still foremost, I'm sorry, but when you call I will be there for you."
Angela asked of Larka why it was that she needed to make such a deal for a supply of dragon's blood. Larka thought a moment, the least she could do was explain. "I need it to live. I am what is called a Reaver, I mean, I'm human, but as a warrior back home were are called Reavers. Our powers are granted by drinking a concoction of ingredients and dragon's blood, the older the dragon the better. The first time it is drank there is a chance it will kill you instead, but at the time I had nothing else to live for so I took the chance." She explained. "In battle, as we get wounded we actually grow stronger, it's difficult to explain how it works, and I truly don't understand it that well myself, but it does work. A cut do much, but a gash or a stab wound is noticeable, and the more wounds we get the stronger we become, pushing the limits of what our natural bodies can do. But, as blood is spattered onto our bodies we absorb the power in it and heal our wounds, normally just enough to stop from bleeding to death. But we retain the strength from healed wound and it compounds onto new wounds. You probably saw my roaring ability if you were watching, that's another ability we have, the only that we can control really, everything else just happens." Larka took a deep breath, sadly she wanted a drink, but where was her backpack? "And, of course, you can see what happens when we get mortally wounded, but not out right killed, we get pushed beyond what our bodies can take, whatever race we are, our agility excels as well, I could run as fast as the human body is capable of. We have to drink the concoction every month to maintain our strengths, if we don't go into withdrawal and, well it's not a pretty end. Your sister, Toya, saved me. I came over on a boat, I had a supply of blood with me, but I ran out just before landing, but I misjudged how much time I had and ended up passing out in Sularia where Toya found me and where we made our deal." Larka explained and for now went quiet to let that all sink in and let Angela ask anything else she wanted to.