Herbalists' Cache blue

There was a part of Komodo that knew this was all too much for the raven, but there was nothing that he had thrown at her yet that she hadn’t been able to handle, so she figured, why not push the limits? Why not give her everything he had, everything he ever was or had been — if for anything, why not just see what she was capable of? The woman did have a way of constantly surprising him, anyways. 

He stood over her, chest heaving as he drew breath, finding equilibrium after having spoken so many words. The angakkuq understood the concern for the child right away — the things he knew were not for the innocent; they did not yet need such realities to stain the pretty soft silk of their consciousness. He grunted in agreement, but could not offer her any other comforts in that moment. He would do for her what he could, and whether or not his magik took hold depended entirely upon her. It always did.