Kintla Flatlands Now and at the hour of our death, amen

It's always a pleasure! :D

It was Blue Willow, come to the rescue. Junior's eyes shimmered with gratitude as her aunt squatted beside her and began to rub her pelt. The motion hurt her legs a little, though it actually felt good otherwise. The cold water had been such a blessed relief for her fevered skin, yet now she was ready to be warm and dry again.

"It felt good. I needed it," she whispered to the medic. "I think I would've died if I hadn't gotten to the river," she said in an even lower voice. "I know I'm really sick, Mama Willow, but I'm not going to die," she finished, the nickname just slipping off her tongue naturally. The Healer was, after all, the matriarch of the plateau, a genuine mother-to-be and the very closest thing to a mother figure in Junior's life now.