Ankyra Sound Once you had a motorcycle, but you couldn't ride it right.

The other medic on the scene had been off to the south, seeking further medicinal supplies in case they were needed. As she came upon the grotto there was a bundle clutched in her teeth; the herbal mixture of various plants, complimented by a sprig or two of something floral, all wrapped in a thick leaf. As Stryx strode across the grotto mouth she paused, placed the bundle down, and looked from woman to woman.

They were standing before the newborns, and then Stryx watched as they picked them up; so she grabbed her own - much smaller - bundle and joined them. Around the herbs clutched there, she murmured: An' whur is home? As she had not heard the plan, if there was a plan, and the look on her face was one of unspoken concern. The last thing any of them needed was a new mother trying to push herself after a near-death experience.