Herbalists' Cache i'll pull the curtains and blinds to let the light in.

The boy only whines in response, and Antha prepares to set off in search of something small to feed him. Unfortunately, she's interrupted — by another child of all things, this one snarling and throwing hostile words. Witch — the word startles her, her secret title passed from mother to daughter turned against her as an insult. But there's no way he could know that, so the feeling fades, and she steps forward to face him with her own hackles bristling. Leave, She commands, voice rising, thorny now. He is in a dire state, and if he does not receive care, he will die. I won't allow you to interfere.