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

An ally appears at Antha's side, the tall gold-cloaked figure she'd met under the willows. Grateful, confidence renewed, she follows the man's attack with her own. She lunges for a vicious assault on the boy's rear end, meant to drive him off more than to maim — but that doesn't mean she's holding back. There is a clear difference, in her mind, between this child and the one on the ground. One smells of pack and health, downright reeks of youthful stubbornness — and the other, her patient, is no more than a helpless victim of circumstance. The urge to protect him is what drives her forward, more than anything.