Swiftcurrent Creek i'm gnashing my teeth like a child of cain

He praises her. He's praising her?
I did what I could, she murmurs, a hint of soft warmth to her haggard eyes; I tried-- I tried so hard, to protect her and Mae, and the baby. through the cracks and quivers of her voice, her tone remains humble. She did not feel like a protector, nor a warrior. I-I think we should have a proper memorial for Moss. I didn't know her, so I don't-- I don't wanna impose myself where I don't belong. But I know how important she was to you. And the Creek.
Kvarsheim. So that's where they were. I'll go with you, her tongue passes over her lower lip. I can't fuckin' stand being bedbound, man, I feel... useless. And I want-- I wanna help. You and Arric have so much on your shoulders, she pleads, prying at him with a gaze that glitters with a fire; dimmed, but not yet stomped out. If she was to virtually be Moss's successor, she needed to go. She needed to be better. She thinks of her conversation with Arric, of her ambassadorship and the potential of becoming beta alongside him. But how was she to do any of that if all she did was sit and wait to heal? please.
Silvertongue. Her stomach twists. I'll... I'll visit her soon. Go to Riverclan for a little once I know the Creek is stable. I don't want to-- to burden her. With this. She doesn't need that. And I can't bring myself to leave right now. Swiftcurrent needed her, right?