Herbalists' Cache westward leading, still proceeding

The banded woman's heart skipped a joyful beat when she caught sight of the smaller figure - it was a child about Thresher's age, and it was running toward her! When she stumbled, Moorhen surged forward, her dropping -

and it continued to drop as she drew near and saw that it was not Thresher at all, but a boy she didn't know. Their coloration was similar, but not much else. It was only wistful thinking, and a desperate drive to find her missing sister-niece. "Are you harm?" she asked the boy, the barest hint of concern coloring her otherwise disconsolate tone. She was worried for him, naturally, but she was mostly just heartbroken that he wasn't the child she was searching for.