Lost Creek Hollow agua oro

Doedapple would raise her head as the food settled nearby, her eyes lifting listlessly from the offered meal to the woman who settled nearby. The healer assembled herself into an upright position, raising her head and rolling her body to one side.

There was silence. She stared at the squirrel, her stomach cramping but everything she knew saying she needed to eat at least something. Her eyes burned with the tears she had shed, and yet she knew there would be more.

The paw slid into her periphery. Doedapple turned her gaze to it, before looking up at Silvertongue. Quietly, trying to stifle the tears that so desperately wanted to well in her already aching eyes, she reached out to cover Silvertongue’s paw with her own.