Whitebark Stream honey

when the healer begins to groom behind her ear, juniper leans into the affection, the woman effectively scratching an itch she hadn't bothered to. aphrodite offers some more information, and juniper thinks on it a moment, considering. "maybe he's not found anything good yet. and when he does, he'll come back." it seemed a rational thought, and she'd no idea how long he'd been gone. 

outside, the rain began to slow, though juniper was content within the den. under aphrodite's ministrations, surrounded by the comforting scent of herbs and flora, her eyelids began to drift closed as she slid onto her side by the woman, warmth and content in the little space.