Hideaway Strath my name means meadow but i'm no flower

she stuck close to her Grandmaster now.
her days spent, stuck still in putrid darkness with that...medic. witch.
she didn't want to be targeted again.
plus, it gave her an excuse to have her husband catch her every time she decided she should feel a bit too light-headed to stand upright.
it only worked once or twice and he was catching on. so, for now, she followed obediently. silently.

she didn't know who they were seeking now.
perhaps that Nyra.
she halfheartedly sniffed the trail he followed. well, it was a female.
was she one of the bitches he said to be fuckin'?

at last, he stopped and spoke. she let her head hang low while scanning for a place to rest.
she forgot he was always moving around his lands.
she sighed softly, not even hearing the words exchanged between the two.
finally, she mooched off to the side and plopped herself down, only now taking care to assess the situation at hand with a far too regal air about her now.