The Sentinels where flapping herons wake the drowsy water-rats

Fading old threads so I can start and focus on more current ones. <3

She stirred at the soft shouts of her dearest heart, struggling to lift her head and view her; but a blackness overcame her vision, little Emaleth's body doing what it must so that she might heal. Exhaustion was its way of doing this, and exhaustion was the cause of the darkness in her gaze— it was no more serious than that. And she slipped back into fevered dreams, the cool tongues of her parents massaging the heat from her brow. In a week, little Emaleth would regain her strength, and this would not be remembered; a mere haze, though for Deirdre perhaps, the impression would be lasting.