Morningside Cuesta won't cry no Mississippi

Sunspot started at the last part of his explanation, reeling back a bit. "Are you kicking me out?" she demanded, feeling as though all the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. She knew she'd done horribly at watching Heartha, and that she'd continued to do badly even after the woman got knocked up - but part of her had believed that Grayday would still take pity. She just wasn't the nurturing kind. She could heal, yes - and she could provide. But actually watching and caring for others was just not her thing.

But the jig was up. She was about to be hunting for herself and dressing her own wounds, because her own brother intended to run her off.