Jade Fern Grove we've got honey dripping through our veins now

I try. Soft in response, a flex of her toes. She knew that sometimes she had been...a bit too much. Some nights she had worried about the talk they had had in this grove.

Yet it almost seemed like that had never happened — or that the memory of it had been buried beneath everything else.

His cough, a rattle against her worries. He had spoken of it being bad when he overworked and she feared that now, in such a frenzied search, he might push such limits.

You are a mess with good reason. She teased in return. Rest with them, the children, tonight when you give it. Let them anchor you so you might recover from your searches. You'll do yourself no favor bringing back the brunt of a cough.

She would not scold any further than that, but the concern lingered in her eyes all the same.