Whitefish River No clouds, we shoot them out the sky

for @Dauntless
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Long after the sun had set was when she usually left the children with Emrik to tend to her other duties. The children were usually asleep by then and hopefully wouldn't notice her short absence. Some nights, she checked on @Dragomir, constantly worried about him especially now that his mother had left. Other times, she checked on @Winterbourne, ensuring that his injury healed correctly, even now that it was mostly healed (assuming?); she worried about him too. Tonight, she needed to replenish her collection of her more frequently used plants. 

She often paid a visit to her favorite willow tree, usually to take some of its bark back to her herb den,  but on the rare chance that she had down time, she liked to sit under it and watch the river. Tonight was not one of those rare times; she had work to do. A pile of marigolds lay near the base of the tree, and the healer stood on her rear legs while gently pulling a sliver of bark from the trunk. She lowered herself and added it to the pile, lifting herself up once more to gather more bark. Once she had a decent pile, she would carry both the flowers and the willow bark back to the caves.