Hideaway Strath never give power to the big man

 

At least if her bladder demanded attention every few minutes she could make good use of it and mark the borders. That was a positive. She hadn't gotten nauseated too often, mostly just an aversion here and there to certain smells, but she had crossed into the Sweep to take stock of a few more plants including some to settle her stomach if and when she did end up needing them.

On the way back with a bundle of herbs in her mouth Hemlock caught sight of one of the ghosts of the lands. Her posture was near natural now, holding her rank with pride for several weeks - or was not months now? She didn't feel the need to have him pressed to the ground like she had Cuitali but still, she expected respect for him all the same. So far she only vaguely knew Rollo because he had been there for months and yet she didn't know him personally. Oh well. She let out a low chuff, essentially putting the ball in his court on what he wanted to do about it.