Redhawk Caldera owlfeathers

bridget's touch was welcome, and it also transported teya to that first year. and she did not think she would ever forget it. and she did not think that, in some small way, she would never forgive herself.
she had been so wild with her emotions.
and then reyes. and then —
but this was about sorana. she continued to listen, to absorb. she nodded shakily and cleared her throat. "i believe you. thank you, bridget." and she meant it, vitally, with all of her. the cardinal had become such an integral part of sorana's life.
she only hoped that more children would not drive bridget away from she, herself. but that too, was selfish.