Herbalists' Cache millidelphia

It wasn't until she heard that voice, registered that word, that Stephanie's thoughts began to align. So much time had passed since they'd last spoke, last touched, but she knew who he was. A small whimper fell from between her lips as she searched desperately for a name, though her paws continued to pull her forward. Malachi? she whispered, approaching with tiny steps, Mal-- Mali? Stricken with the shame of not knowing her own child's name, Stephanie stopped moving and hung her head, silently cursing to herself.