Dragoncrest Cliffs a great machine of death is roaring and rearing

She got the sense that Kheviel was exhausted, and it pained her to see the woman so burnt out by chronic pain. She mentioned poppy seeds, and she opened her mouth slightly, the soft click of her lips slipping apart punctuating the idea that she understood why the woman didn’t like the side effects.

”Dere be ot’er t’ings you could try,
I t’ink per’aps I know somet’ing. I will bring it by,
De next time I go to our herb supply.” an anti-inflammatory medicine, she thought, one without any drowsy side-effects.

The ocean might feel too cold to her, this early in the year, otherwise she might have suggested that she soak in the salt waters.

”De young man- Cayetano- ‘e be feedin’ you well, at least?” She inquired next.