Redhawk Caldera I spend my days with ghosts who all love you the most

teya had determined not to let anything about her current situation affect what she did each day.
it was a painful, hopeless approach. by the time that the sickness had abated, her body had changed, forcing the raven to acclimate in a particular way. she felt heavy. bloated. catching glimpses of herself in the water angered and sorrowed teya to the point where she only fished at night, leaving reyes alone in their little cave to paddle in the dark water. 
to think.
maia found her on the mainland, drenched from an unproductive daytime foray into the river. at first teya was choked with rage. pregnancy fit the woman well. and she highly doubted that the blackthorn wife had never wanted children. she greeted maia with a stiff smile that did not change the shadows smudged under her dulled eyes.