Noctisardor Bypass another world

Javelina's Druid's head stuck out of the den, and those two-toned eyes greeted her, both the same and different from her own. Fiona couldn't quite decipher the new mother's expression. At least this time the witch managed to keep her own expression neutral, if not friendly.

I was going to ask you the same question. Do you or Heda need anything? she asked. Fiona wasn't sure she could promise anything in particular, but she could at least try... and if she couldn't or didn't know how to get whatever Druid asked for, maybe she could trick Anselm into helping her. Maybe she wouldn't even have to trick him, based on their most recent interactions. For better or worse, Fiona seemed to have found her way into his inner circle.

She now realized there was a second distinct odor coming out of the den, and it was doing its best to mask the smell of childbirth. Fiona didn't think it was doing a very good job, but it was at least trying. Idly, she wondered if somebody else around here had the same aversion to the smell as she did.