Swiftcurrent Creek the difficulty of Sundays

Myrren was an obliging patient, and for that Rue was grateful. It would make for one less thing to worry about.

She confirmed Rue's suspicions, and the champagne lady's expression clouded even further. Judging from their current situation and the grief in Myrren's tone, Rue could tell that congratulations were not exactly in order. Rue nodded, quietly taking in a steadying breath. 

"You can eat as much of the plum root as you need, it wont.. ah, hurt... anything," Rue said at last. This remedy would be safe for Myrren's growing children, but... was that what she wanted? Rue noted the tears threatening to spill out of her companion's eyes, and she leaned forward to nudge her muzzle comfortingly into Myrren's ruff. 

"Um, Myrren, I..." Rue swallowed. Myrren had trusted her enough to disclose her condition, so Rue would trust the dark woman with a secret of her own. "I know what it is, what it feels like to be.. to be forced.." Rue's voice faltered. After a beat, she inhaled and continued.

"If someone here has hurt you, done this to you, we have to tell Kavik. He will protect you." She then added, "He will protect us." If someone had attacked Myrren when she was at her most vulnerable, was any female here safe?