Swiftcurrent Creek King rat on the streets in another life

Celandine. Chamomile. Mae didn't really care, as long as it made her feel better. She did perk up a little when Eshe mentioned she would stop talking, though. A little more silence was always welcome in her life.

Sometimes she could almost forget that this was the woman her father had chosen over his own children. Sure, She said, only half pretending to pay attention. Another temporary truce, then; Mae could live with that. Eshe, after all, was actually here, helping. It was more than Mae could say about her own father.