Two Eyes Cenote Sending out an SOS

"quite right," tavina muttered, thinking of the man in eset's room — oh! the man, the man, certainly he had a name! — tavina took the squalling infant, toweled the babe briskly with her tongue, and set them down in the clutch of another sheepskin.

poor mites, the sesh thought bitterly to herself. who could nurse them? would it not be better if —

she wiped vomit from medusa's chin. "it's all right. it's all right. drink this," directing the young woman to the strong willowdrink and its pain-dulling properties.