The Tangle the sacred smoke of juniper, and mugwort purifies the air

a child's intuition could tell that something had shifted in the air. she saw her sister's impatience. she heard her other sister form soft words. she saw mireille's stricken face. she saw sobo explaining, though she felt that there was a tightness about his neck and shoulders that had not been there at first.
she tried to show him she was listening and attentive, though her eyes darted between the other two girls. she was not sure how to deal with the emotions that rolled from sobo.
"why don't i hold them all," she suggested, sitting and gesturing toward witch and druid. "we can carry them to the beach. um, maybe mireille or sobo know a safe place we can put them?" she said hopefully, her voice wavering with something unknown as she looked at each of them.