Redsand Canyon When I first saw you, the end was soon

He was truly her rock, but she had known this for some time. As time settled in, it became easier to breathe. It was a slow process, but it did exist. He apologized and she did not respond to it, instead staying safely tucked against his side as he apologized and asked what he could do. What did she even want in that moment? For the first time, the temptation to simply go and find all the cohosh she could find and swallow it whole to avoid the same situation crossed her mind, however fleeting… and it made her feel all the more guilty for it.
 
“Just stay.” She pleaded softly, as if he would be anywhere else than right by her side. There was a safety and security she found in this moment that she could not find elsewhere. “Stay close.” She was scared of the thoughts that might cross her mind if she were left alone again; she feared what she might see if she were asleep. Mahler had better prepared her for this delivery, and it was perhaps the reason the Matrona survived, but it did little to ease how her confidence had been shaken form the firm and deep roots that her skills tree grew from. She was tired, but she could not find it in herself to make an honest effort at sleep.