Duskfire Glacier where do you go? oh, where do you stay?

She had tucked herself away in the medic den for most of the day. Organizing what herbs might have been laid within the cavern cover and making sure everything was right. For what? For anything.

They were settled into spring and she wondered if that meant children soon, perhaps. If Wintersbane might take someone or one of the other woman might find themselves pregnant among outsiders. Perhaps even Rye might bed.

Children aside, what if further injuries occurred? What if someone became injured in a hunt or scuffled on their fresh borders?

Iana felt inclined to be fully prepared for all and any of it.

So her days became full of work. Not something she would have ever imagined, but it was work she was happy to do. Yet at night she had found herself restless. The nagging sensation that not everything was done. That there was still more work to be done or that she had forgot something important.

Carefully she crept out towards the icefield. Hopeful that it might jog her memory on what was so pressing or that it might ease her worries long enough to slumber.