Noctisardor Bypass noseim

in a way, glaukos' studied and silent nature provided its own sort of structure to heda. the short time her small family had spent near anselm had been riddled with unsurety, tension, and anger. she had come to dread the sound of the man's step or the cut of his voice, the touch of his eyes or even the brush of his scent around the hollow. in this moment her reaction to the very thought of him gave her stomach a sickening lurch.
and then humiliation; he had rejected her; she had lain with him anyway; he had rejected her again. there was no self-worth in heda. at least now she did not have to worry about running into anselm. druid loved her. glaukos protected them. ava healed. dinah explored. john was their spiritual guardian.
rivenwood was good.
she had learned to set herself by the reactions of others. the steadiness of glaukos had become predictable and therefore comforting. 
a glance upward toward his rugged jaw set her belly to warming in another way. it would be nice to be near him, she decided, nice to sit next to her sister and watch glaukos move to and fro. she looked forward to relieving any demands upon druid's body the children might make, feeling rather older and protective as this was her second pregnancy and her sister's first.
on a whim, she reached out to brush her pale paw against the brawn of his nearest ankle. "no. i'm going to look for any herbs that were left." heda drew aside now, trying to gather herself. "will you tell druid i'll be by later?"