Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

It was hard to put an age on Kheviel. By the look of her fur, Chacal thought, she couldn’t be too old- but her posture showed stiffness, her movements showed that she might be guarding against pain. Chacal felt for her; she did not suffer from chronic pain herself, but she could see the toll it took as Kheviel explained.

”Be dere anyt’ing I can do to ‘elp?
We ‘ave medicines- herbs, plants an’ kelp…
I be not one to want to tell you what to do-
But I will be of any ‘elp if you so choose.”

Tending for infants was gratifying- but she knew that it was equally as fulfilling to tend to those who had lived a long life and who deserved only comfort and calm for the rest of their days.