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So newly anointed as the next Matrona and already she was pulled away from her duties. Word had come that Tamar was close to giving birth. The woman had requested her presence, her expertise, and Aquene would never deny her friend such a request and so she steadied, a deer hide being carefully packed, acting as a bundle for her to carry the herbs important for giving birth. It was a terrifying time for any mother, even an experienced one… birth could be so unpredictable.
 
It was upon her return from the Tablinum that she caught the familiar sight and scent of the Praefectus. Her tail wagged though she made no attempt to call for her. It would do not good and quite literally fall upon deaf ears. She did not know the strange motion language that Towhee used to communicate with many so instead she crept up along the woman’s side, offering a slight bump before moving slightly in front of her so she might lip read.
 
“It’s been quite some time since we’ve had time to talk.” Between the chaos that had ensued and their own duties, it had truly been far too long since she’d been able to converse with her friend.