Lion Head Mesa she's imperfect, but she tries

<3 sounds good!

now.

now was a time of wet cloths and tavina's soft voice. it took some hours to work but when the effects began, they were as brutal as she had predicted.

maegi twisted and writhed and bled.

she threw up what was in her stomach.

her body contorted. the agonies were clear. tavina's heart ached for her and ached more to know that for all her tribulation, there was nothing passed that evidenced an ending.

the healer cleansed maegi's fur as she slept at last. she cleaned the floor of the room. she threw all articles into the midden and buried them. 

and she sat herself to wake, to be there when the noblewoman awoke and to shake her head once when she was asked.