Cedar Sweep an escape from reality

The female had left Teaghlaigh early that morning after notifying a would-be-caregiver to watch after her ward. Sirius was growing stronger but still the expectorant that came up concerned her. Today she would seek out more coltsfoot and lavender for Sirius and Eirlys. So far the other Feaghal children were still growing strong, although the last born was still sleepy he was but a babe and she couldn't fault someone without any proper senses. She walked a fine line between obsessing over the children and pestering their parents and trying to remain in her duties in the pack. She was the highest ranked adult and needed to push to keep things together while the Alpha pair were immersed in the rearing of their young. It was moments that Hemlock would not rob them of. 

She was experiencing new sensations too, of being dolefully wrapped around a child who did not belong to her each night, of imagining over and over again the could have beens and the should have beens. She still felt robbed. Perhaps she would not be able to remedy that feeling, perhaps she would eventually find a peace in the life pushed upon them. The clouds above the sweep had begun to darken, a spring shower no doubt fast approaching. It would be good, to raise her plants, to properly bring them life. The healer would not despair in that, at least, even as she continued on in her hopes of gathering some herbs and useful things to carry home.