Two Rivers Isle Faces look ugly when you're alone

She was bundling together some herbs for Eshe, pooling her leftovers with something fresh. It was quiet work that occupied little of her mind — instead of the herbs, she saw children dancing through her mind's eyes, and her husband —

"Husband!" she said, the word oddly mangled as it started in joy and ended in horror as she took in the state of him. "You are — hurt? You are hurt!"

She rushed around the fawn to fawn over him instead, investigating his wounds with a gently probing nose.

"What has happened?" she fretted, now attempting to guide him toward the mouth of the log den, where she had some more supplies tucked away.