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osprey was correct; he and blue willow had come to an agreement, an arrangement. there was no comparison, and yet there was also. however, he nodded as she spoke, understanding the message she wished to convey, though he wondered if some part of the moongilded woman wished to be alone and misunderstood -- wished to grovel in this saddest of moments.

he knew little of herbs, but even though it had been his first suggestion, as taltos eyed her rounded sides, he wondered if the murderous plants would take root and only the lives of the babes within, or if they would jeopardize her life also. while he wished to encourage her to keep them alive, for he believed osprey would grow to love them, lasher would not force such a fate upon her.

nevertheless, there was no cogent way to rid herself of their needs unless she delivered them, and then slew them herself, or abandoned them. lasher did not ask her of these things, for they were horrid images to heap upon an already strained mind. "how can i be of aid to you? tell me what you need to make your decision, osprey. i will do all that i can."