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she was grateful for that, so very grateful; it showed in how her shoulders collapsed and her lips trembled. the sob did not arrive and the tears did not come, and heda felt a new gratitude in that. she glanced to fiona with a sense of solidarity forming like ice between them.
if druid trusted her, then heda had no reason not to do the same. "the little girl here," she motioned to kikimora, "is smaller than the others. i feed her with the boys because of it," she explained.
it was too easy to jostle the baby around at her size, with more robust plate-clearers around her. sometimes children needed more, and heda was happy to give it.
"druid is sick." she didn't need more, she just needed to hear fiona confirm it, and say that she knew what to do. heda certainly did not.
carefully now, she wondered what would happen if the other woman told glaukos. what he would do.