Hushed Willows shimon

the gilted woman was approaching, reverie. heda noted her limp but made no point of it, instead offering a grateful expression to the kind words. "we're ... well." she hadn't meant to pause, her voice had only broken a little, but there it was. "i'm thankful you've allowed us to stay. we're waiting for a son of mine to join us."
in the meantime, she would hunt as much as she was able, replacing what she and the children ate.