Swiftcurrent Creek there's something in the static

silvertongue watched eshe, her arms about wren; she did not know what to say as the situation began to overcome her. but resolute, she mouthed a thanks and then looked back to her dear one; she wiped the soft sides of the beloved face and kissed the center of wren's brow, then the bridge of her nose. "come on." swiftcurrent would mend, and wren herself would heal in the bower of silvertongue's own den. that much, she believed, the both of them needed.