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praimfaya takes mahler's words as comfort; letting them soothe the worst of her anxieties. time would tell. and if it didn't work? what then? presumably, she assures herself, she could try again. he mentions mountain mint that might soothe upset stomach and she tucks that knowledge away — figuring even if she wasn't pregnant it could be useful to know. is mountain mint easily found? she inquires and then adds, sheepishly.

she was no healer no botanist but if she knew roughly what she was looking for she was pretty confident that she wouldn't accidentally grab something poisonous instead.

that is good. praimfaya offers on the topic of speedy also being a healer. still, if the stars aligned for her and the heady rituals conducted with the strangers ( well, not total strangers because she knew their names ) did their job than she still very much wished for mahler to be her midwife. not that she didn't trust speedy but despite her embarrassment to ask personal questions ( at least at the moment ) she knew mahler better; longer and for the young commander that made all the difference.