Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

the stranger worked.
mireille helped coax their patient to eat the mixture, dosing him liberally with water for each swallow. she pillowed his head on a pile of soft mulch and curled near, to steady him through the chills.
when at last his breathing evened into something much more like sleep, mireille looked back at the man. "he will make it."
riverclan. self-explanatory. "what be your name, den?" she asked in that same commanding tone, not offering hers for collateral.