Heron Lake Plateau the divine wings of tragedy

She didn't know how to comfort Raven.  Not here, not after all of this.  If she had hands they'd be wrung in discomfort, but instead the autumnal Redhawk dipped her head in respect of the situation and of the black cloaked mother herself.  Raven.  She cleared her throat before turning her argent gaze towards the medic, and something shifted there behind her eyes.

I heard you birthed all of your babies like a champion, just as Ceara somehow knew she would.  Are the rest doing alright?  She took a few paces closer until she was standing next to her, the steady one-two drumbeat of her heart catching in her throat as the smell of freshly dug earth lingered between them, heavy in silence.