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The person Maleah found herself looking upon in this moment was but a girl. A girl, still learning to navigate the world and all its sickness. A girl, who had learned the shape of grief in multiple forms, and of new life alongside it.
Too young. She was too young for something so bitter, and yet Maleah in her own youth knew it too; oh, how she knew it.
And there was nothing she could do.
I'm always here to listen, she wets her lips with a pass of her tongue; solemn eyes, reaching for Mireille in a way that said she knew. always. I feel like it's one of my best qualities.
The world is open to her, she says then, and truth be told Maleah didn't have much of a response. Her whole life had been built around healing; medicine, death, birth, poison, remedy. Her fascination with everything from the morbid to the resolute and beautiful grew tenfold as the moons went on. Never once had she questioned it — but was there true use for someone like her here? 
Go. Be with your babes, the redwoman avoids her eyes and Maleah does not press her further. She retains her smile anyway. I'll be here when you need me.