Wild Berry Meadow the world, the war, will wait, but morpheus knows no mercy

A soft ah escaped the woman as she watched her newly appointed charge disspell most of the water she'd just drunk, but she did not flinch away from the acrid flow. Some got in her fur, a mess of it was spilled over her paws - but that didn't matter. She nosed worriedly at the girl, careful not to jostle her, and tried to sniff out possible causes of her confusion and lethargy. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to the woman, however. Weariness, hunger, stress.

She is healthy. She is safe, she is healthy, and she is mine.

The thoughts warmed her heart, and she shifted the tiny being closer to her chest, supporting her more firmly in the water as it stripped away those sour fluids and the unnatural heat of her body. Very soon, they would have to leave for the safety of their blessed land - but Doe would wait just a while longer while she got used to this strange new feeling that was growing in her heart.

"I worry for her already," she said to Szymon, marvelling at the fact. Her head twitched toward him, but her eyes stayed on the girl, protective even in this moment of peace.