Broken Antler Fen roseblack

bridget spoke and steadied teya — per usual, the shrinking young wolf had found. but she was relieved to hear it all the same, and sought the red-masque woman's cheek with a kiss. the right words seemed always to come easily to her companion; perhaps it was a power she would one day come to conquer herself.
"kind. soft," teya described, cheeks lifting to a roseate hue beneath the sienna-grey flecking of her cheeks. "and she —" a soft laugh, deprecating. "she is mother in brecheliant," the woman coughed, knowing bridget would surely and sharply know who she meant. married, even! though she had not seen the man who had accompanied the young family in quite some time.
not change anything? what if she wished for it to shift? how might she say that? but teya, as always, was silent.