Swiftcurrent Creek But I'm gonna make it through

Morwenna inclined her head slightly, a flicker of apology in her silver gaze. Eti, she said softly, correcting herself with ease. She appreciated his patience, the steadiness with which he carried himself.

I won't let you down. she added simply, her tone quiet but resolute. There was no need for grand promises; she would let her actions speak for her.

Her gaze lingered for a moment, a faint trace of respect in her expression before she looked back to the herbs they had been working with, ready to listen and absorb whatever knowledge Etienne was willing to share.

fade here!