Surprisingly enough, Jhala was just outside the den today. She hadn't wandered far, a mere feet away from the entrance of the grotto, laying uncomfortably on her back with her legs splayed every which way and her ears scrunched under her head. Her eyes were closed, but she was well aware of her surroundings. When she heard paw steps she beetle-rolled onto her stomach, huffing as she had to roll back and forth a few times before she could actually manage to roll all the way over, bfeore looking at Nova Rose.

She stared, her lips pursing. "Raas may've led you back, but you left us in a time of need-- without even lettin us know. That's fucked up, Nova," she said, turning her gaze as she went to bite at her shoulder in frustration. With a single glance up, she took note of the herbs. "What're those for?" she asked. 

Jhala was quiet for a few moments, staring at the herbs in front of her. Her anger seemed to die away, and it was visible in the way her face began to droop-- but her eyes lit up in a somewhat hopeful way. "I hope I have a daughter," she comments quietly, gaze not leaving the bundle. "I'm going to name her Wesleigh, and Imma teach her every damn thing she'll ever need to know." There was bitterness in her voice, and had Nova known the full story she'd've known that Jhala was referring to the lack of sex-ed she had been given. But she didn't, so perhaps it just seemed like she wanted to teach her child something. 

"She'll have brothers," she added, tail wagging a little, "They'll keep her safe. Gray and Jakob." She pauses, realizing Nova mostly likely doesn't care-- she wasn't a close friend, it didn't matter. She cleared her throat. "Which one's thyme? Is it safe to eat now?" she asked, gaze looking up. 

"She won't be spoiled. She's not a princess, she's a little girl," Jhala said simply, not understanding the confusion-- or how Laurel had turned out so rotten. Granted, Jhala grew up learning to fight. She didn't play or relax like most pups, she grew up learning how to be a seasoned warrior. By the time she was barely a year she had been in a number of battles, and knew nothing but the ways of a mercenary. Maybe that was her problem, but Jhala knew only that her children would be educated and loved-- there would be a healthy mix of both. That's how it's supposed to be.

"I, uh, I just don't remember a day I wasn't stressed out," she replied, shifting uncomfortably. She hesitated, staring down again. "I just kind of remember being uncomfortable and unhappy-- and... then Reek helped me, somehow, and then I was better. And then Raas granted me with his children-- and, I don't know what to do with them," she muttered, shaking her head. 

Jhala let out a soft breathe, her tail flicking as she nodded. "Sure, thank you, Nova," she replied quietly, closing her eyes for a moment. The elder offered to bring her the herbs, and the Vicar quickly nodded. "Either, please," she answered, letting out another controlled breathe. Her amber gaze moved upwards, studying the elder curiously for a moment before giving her a soft smile. "I 'preciate it, thank you," she said, repeating her thanks to the woman once more. 

Jhala let out a sigh, nodding, and placed her head on her paws as the woman left. When she returned, the Vicar was in an entirely different position, laying on her side with her legs spread around her. It was not comfortable, but more than before. When she saw Nova, Jhala propped herself back up and smiled a little, thankful that the herbs had come. "Thank you," she murmured, gaze falling on the leaf. She sniffed it curiously for a moment before opening it and lapping up two, closing her eyes and sucking in a breath. 

"Thank you," she repeated.

"I will," Jhala said, her tail waving a little bit. "Thanks again," she repeated, her eyes remaining closed as she sat. Her breathing was heavy and controlled, no doubt from her discomfort, but she seemed fine. She rested her head on her paws, deciding that now was a good time to rest-- Nova was free to leave.