Hushed Willows blue, green, or black; smooth or mountainous; that ocean is not silent

I'm so excited for them! <3

her simple happiness was tarnished by her reason for being here, the bare inklings of suspicion that gathered like dust in the far corners of her mind. she is silent a moment after her mother's question, attempting still to assemble the exact words to explain her condition. "lethargy, aching, nausea. something I've ignored, but it doesn't cease." it was an accumulation of symptoms benign enough to warrant her blatant disregard of them, but it was their persistence that bothered her so. 

aloud, it sounds foolish, and she expects her mother to know of some herb, some practice, that would see the symptoms fade. her muzzle curves a fraction, and she pokes her muzzle to her mother's should. "perhaps it is nothing." she offers, though the words don't sound entirely sincere and as is apparent enough bu her coming here, her initial worry, she doubts it is the case.