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Reverie’s call would bring her quickly, and the visible trail would spur her into a run. She hadn’t gone looking for herbs just yet, wanting to see how these settled first, knowing there was always the chance. The woman’s sickness was a puzzle, but now she was more sure than ever she would need to find the other options. Something in Reverie’s womanhood was out of balance.

How is the pain? Bridget asked immediately, coming to her side. The bleeding was worrying but not something Bridget could immediately fix. Something to help, replace what she’s losing. It might be the best option. This wasn’t a wound that she could simply patch up.