Bearclaw Valley [m] Take care of the sense, and the sounds will take care of themselves

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dated for 4/16

@Aventus had consumed most of her waking thoughts since the day in stillrift; she was worried about his head injury and about his mental state. She couldn't shake the fear that she might lose him the same way he had lost his father; it sat in her stomach and sent tendrils of dread reaching for her heart. The picture of him falling into the rift and laying crumpled on the ground wouldn't stop intruding on her thoughts at random times throughout the day, only adding more fear to the writhing pit in her stomach. 

Because of her constant worry, she didn't necessarily think it odd that she woke to a burning need for her husband. Arielle just assumed it was because she was desperate for anything to assure her that he was here and wasn't going anywhere. 

But as the bruin-heart went about her morning, taking advantage of spring in the valley and finding plants to bring back to mosskeep, the burning in her veins only grew. By late morning, she could barely think of anything other than the bruin-jaw. She loved Aves more than anything that existed but this felt more intense. 

When she could no longer think of anything other than finding her husband and stealing him away to their den for the rest of the day, she abandoned her work. The healer started to make her way to mosskeep, following the channel north until it curved to the west. Hopefully he was in the first place she looked; searching for him any longer would be excruciating.