Nova Peak We all wish for more.

Or Ashlar, she murmured, thinking of the poor man left in an unmarked grave out west.

Riley urged her to rest while he fetched more food. She nodded a little absently, her thoughts still far away—both geographically and temporally—though her eyes sharpened to a focus even as her mate stepped out of the den.

If you see any white flowers with yellow centers while you’re out there, can you bring some back here? I forget what they’re called but I remember him mentioning they can help with pain and inflammation…

Were they daisies? No, that didn’t feel right. It wasn’t until Riley was long gone that she would suddenly remember: feverfew.