Hushed Willows [m] But don't stop dancing, don't dare stop

loss among mothers was a thing accepted and yet truly not, not in forever.

she showed reina how to mix the root with some of the water she had brought, explaining how it would still the contractions of the womb, how adding willowbark would help with pain, and a pinch of red baneberry so that reverie might relax and rest, all detailed to the hearthwood healer. "set it aside to steep now," she murmured. 

softly a chant of healing and sorrow rose in her throat; kukutux sang quietly as she and reina washed the inside of reverie's thighs and added a pad of moss and the rabbitfur to staunch the remainder of blood.

moonmother offered the strip of hide to reverie now, and motioned reina closer with the brew. her eyes held anguish and encouragement as she looked down at the weeping young mother and the still small body she held — for a moment she was again upon that shore, cradling the limp form of a daughter.

a breath. a closing of eyes. her chant sang the small spirit to sedna.