Hushed Willows swimming off that sombre shore

At least the girl — Tzila, she had said — did not make her experience more difficult with unnecessary complaining or dawdling. She did exactly as she was told and didn’t deviate from her goal. For that, Olive was proud of her; not that she couldn’t experience the throes of pain any way that she wanted, but moving her from one place to the other was probably the hardest part of it all. Now that it was over, Tzila could moan and cry if she so wished, and it wouldn’t truly complicate things. In fact, it might even help her as the sickness ran its course.

The nursemaid couldn’t help but notice the woman’s discomfort around a pack, and so many pack wolves — when the gravid Aure departed, Olive expressed her gratitude for the woman’s help and allowed her an easy leaving. It was probably easier with fewer wolves around; if anyone from Elysium decided to show up, the Shakti woman might have even gone as far to shoo them away. It was best that it was only she and her shadowed patient, at this point in time.

Still using her nares to sniff at the very tips of the woman’s guard hair, she tittered “That is not your fault, darling.” Then, the willowed woman pulled back and sat her haunches on the earthen floor. The woman was in pain, and Olive did not want to put her through an unnecessary check-up — Tzila had confirmed her suspicions. If the patient wasn’t going to die, then this was all stuff that could wait until later, when these critical moments have passed.

They did not stay alone forever. @Seabreeze was eventually upon them, concerned for their newest convalescent. Though Olive dearly wished her wife to stay, for she liked to share all experiences with her, Olive put her to good use. She whispered in her feathered, argent ear to grab some of the ginger in her stores. It was an underground root, and had remained plentiful during the winter whereas other medical spices had died off. Seabreeze left and Olive attempted to pass the time with some calming affirmations. “The good news is, if it is poisoning from your food, you will not die. Discomfort and pain, yes — but you will survive this. It is a good thing you are here; Elysium is a safe place to recover.”

By the time she had finished, Seabreeze (who knew the garden almost better than Olive herself knew it) returned with her prize. Olive thanked and then dismissed her; with love, of course. Alone once more, but better equipped to treat Tzila, Olive continued. ”…and I will be by your side throughout the entire process.” Then, Olive took the ginger in her mouth and chewed it to a fine pulp, depositing it in a little yellow mush pile next to Tzila’s lips. All she would have to do it reach out and swallow it, the hard work had been done for her. “It has a strong taste, but it may help quell your stomach.” Olive guided. It wasn’t a miracle, but it was something.