Dragoncrest Cliffs siwo myèl

the best thing you can do for her right now is to keep her warm, and keep her fed. maybe we'll have to figure out a way to-- well, to put it frankly, force feed her, the healer's lip curls as she gently begins to nudge the squalling pup, pressing a palm against the ball of brimstone. she feels warm enough to me. that's a good sign.
for a moment, maleah is thankful she does not have her own children to worry about. the fear in mireille's eyes would be enough to tug at the heartstrings of any woman.
but she is thankful to see the brightness of her smile, even through the broken and rather embarrassing accent maleah held would likely earn a playful eye roll or polite correction any other time. you're doing your best. that's all you can do. sometimes these things just happen, and it happens to people who don't deserve it. but it's not your fault.
the sudden closeness earns a sheepish gasp from the gemstone woman, a lump swelling in her throat. she does not say anything as her body stills, and slowly, awkwardly, she shifts a forearm in order to wrap it around the amber-dusted shoulder.