Dragoncrest Cliffs father and child

after making her rounds, mireille had settled nearby to take a fitful nap in the cold open. it kept her from sinking into a deep sleep, lest she was needed, ears twitching to every sound that hummed.
since the new and bear-torn woman had come along, she had hardly seen a spot of sleep. when she was not with quen or sword, she was with her mother, working to keep the infection in the stranger from spreading to death.
at footfalls, mireille raised her head, stirring from her riverside respite. "how are you feeling?" the obsidian asked, sitting up and fixing a smile beneath emerald eyes now smeared beneath with the bruised shadows of exhaustion.