Bonesplinter Ravine Concrete Halls

The mountain woman offered no reply, merely turning her back to him as she set about the task of gathering the plants she would need—fennel, rosemary, and sage—each a familiar companion in her healing arts. Yet, as her paws reached for the herbs, a flicker of hesitation crept in, a dark thought threading its way through her mind. Doubt had begun to weave itself into her heart, and here was an opportunity to dispel it.

Her paw moved, settling instead upon a different selection, one that felt heavier with consequence.

Here.

She did not meet his gaze.