Dragoncrest Cliffs archangel

hope u don't mind me

Maleah knew that sound, that scream. Anguish. Agony.
She came frantically with every possible supply she managed to gather on such short notice as soon as the firelight form of Mireille made a dash for the shoreline. She hadn't been asked, and ahe knew well she may get shooed away, but that mattered not.
When the light meets her eyes at the end of the tunnel, Mireille is hunched over the figure of her daughter, little Chantale — oh, how her heart twists in her chest. Maleah moves as fast as she can; never before had she dealt with any foul creatures of the sea, as far as she could remember, but she did know the art of poison, and so she felt confident in this.
Mireille, she mutters through clenched teeth, nose brushing against shoulder as her bundle of herbs falls to the sanded floor. take these. I'm going to go get something to calm her nerves, okay?