Noctisardor Bypass veida

and they needed etienne. 
heda was panicking; trembling now. but a glance to the pups strengthened her. "if fiona and i do the hunting, that will leave you with the puppies most of the day. alone, for longer times."
she wasn't sure how to broach what she'd seen, or rather, what she hadn't, in druid's interactions with her children. "i figure it might take you the same length of time to heal as it will to wean them." the soft, thoughtful older-sister voice went on, as if a veil had fallen across her vocals. 
if druid could do it, they could stay afloat while new members were sought.
but if that was a torment, she could not in good conscience trap her sister inside the close walls of the den for five more weeks, attached to six cubs in a way she had not been before.
her breath shook.
"the other is that — i can — i can go. i can find him. i can — ask him to come back. he — he never sees me, druid." and he's never struck me. i can find the place he wants me to stand in and stand there.
a wife. a wet nurse. more than that and her mind blanked. but the clock ticked comfortingly. "you and fiona can leave. you would be — free. and i could keep them safe, druid. together."
she could rear them all. she could do it. god had given her another chance. this time she would not be chasing all over christendom for those scattered pieces of herself. she would remain. she would abide. look at druid. her sister couldn't do that, turn her head while glaukos ruled. 
but heda could, just as long as the six were safe. precious sons and daughters. and her sister; "druid," she said softly, "i'm saying this because i think he'll be back for them."
do you want to be here when he does?