Herbalists' Cache nuvujak ╫

mummy.
the word rushed out in a hushed whisper. though his ever stoic expression revealed nothing but glistening eyes, his chest filled with relief upon the sight of his dear mother.
he was the first to rush to her, to take in her long-overdue affections with a hint of a smile.
but lómion’s senses were always acute. he took notice of her festering wounds even through his wave of relief, and pulled away to stare at them
what is that, mummy? he asked with child-like curiosity. they weren’t there before.