Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

A wane smile was given, hope clinging to her. She could heal cuts and bruises—but could she help the little one who seemed so listless? If she couldn’t then what good was she to Epoch or anyone at all?

“Fennel,” she whispered, clearing her throat from the rasp of emotion that suddenly clung to her. “It can also help with a mother’s milk… So it will be helpful in the months to come, when winter has laid the plants to sleep for the time.”