Sun Mote Copse lavender

honey was quite ill -- eshamun was worried for the young woman. she sought out the priestess and also ar-khalba, and today dogged honey's steps bearing a sweet herb for the newcomer's stomach. she must save her strength and keep down nutrients if her children were to live. but eshamun knew now that she must explain what was to come, and the weight of it dragged heavily at her heart.

the scent of bile rose in her nostrils, sour; she found the trembling young wolfess soon thereafter, and swept honey into her embrace as she lowered the herb to the ground. "eat it; it will help you," she breathed gently, eyes soft with worry.