Swiftcurrent Creek Tidal

Eshe inched a step closer and couched down to get a better look at the wound. It wasn’t pretty, but it was salvageable. To fight the infection, she needed horsetail. Once it began to heal, she would use mallow and nettle leaves to make an ointment. Thankfully, she had everything in stock.

“Do you have a fever?” she asked, standing up. “I can bring some borage leaves for that, too, if you need it.” Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of borage leaves. She’d planned on using them to try produce milk, but, now, she was happy to use it on somebody who needed it.

She’d been replaying the chain of events from that horrible, horrible day, and had decided she wasn’t fit to be the child’s mother. She was  too selfish and had been all too eager to risk their life to satisfy her dream. Although she hoped her time would come some day, she was starting to understand why it hadn’t happened for her yet.

She stepped back to stand behind Akavir as he asked to know more, and she waited—curious for all the answers the other woman was about to give.