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

witch was perfectly pleasant. druid was rightly the same. heda said her brother's name. she knew the damage was already done; she had watched him explain and known that he was simmering beneath the sea-calm surface. it had been in her voice, in the syllables of their mother's language.
"dat be a good idea. i know a place or two," she smiled toward the rivenwood girls. "you will experience de sea an' return home wid your amulets." 
she would take point here, slide the focus from sobo. she suspected he would not want to linger more. her gaze found him gratefully in the manner of a soft friendly squeeze to another's hand. she wanted him to stay. she wanted him to see that all this was nothing more than a misunderstanding. but she would not and could not demand it from sobo.