Broken Antler Fen wormwood

Bridget knew that Wraen's health had been failing her. It did not take much beyond a cursory knowledge of medicine to know something was wrong, but she would not press where she wasn't invited. Wraen was old enough, and wise enough, to choose what care she would take. But Bridget still made a habit of checking in, and that habit was what brought here to find Teya here.

The instant she saw Wraen's body, she knew what had happened. They could deal with that in a moment, but right now, Bridget pressed forward and into Teya's space, trying to halt her self-destructive digging and snap her out of whatever had overtaken her. She knew she might catch a bite for it, but that didn't bother her. What bothered her was the way Teya looked.