Northstar Vale up in flames we go, you fire breather

Would it, though? Mollified only for the moment, she stole the rest of her time with Tamar in silence, busying herself by preening at the woman now, assuring the health of their matriarch and her pregnancy, and every so often, brushing her cheek to the other woman’s—gaining a strength in her presence and friendship.

Decisions would need to be made. And it would turn out Meadow's decision would not be of sound logic.