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Her tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth as she regarded the other quietly—idly wondering about the well-being of the woman before her. Perhaps an olive branch extended—Greyfalcon might have recognized her own withering mental health?

“Maybe we can take the kids to one of those places sometime,” she noted, her tone neutral. Rhonen and Lotus were joined at the hip often—but did they try to meet the others around their age within the pack?

Only then did the healer consider she hadn’t set the best example to her children, given she herself had kept widely to herself since before Tamar had left.