Swiftcurrent Creek whats comes next,

Morwenna’s golden gaze swept over Akavir, sharp as flint, before softening at the sight of the gash on his shoulder. Her concern flared visibly, the matronly instincts she carried struggling to mask themselves beneath the weight of her ever-worsening worries. She stepped closer, her voice hushed but tinged with urgency.

Suzu… her boy is still missing, she began, her ears twitching back in frustration. I can’t stop thinking about her. The pain she must be feeling—it’s unbearable.

Her eyes flicked to his wound, brow furrowing deeply. And you—what happened here? she asked, her tone a mixture of admonishment and worry. Quite the reckless man, you are.

She turned her gaze briefly to the horizon, her jaw tightening. The disappearance of children—it needs to end, she murmured, her voice trembling slightly. No mother should have to feel this. No family should endure it. She thought of her own. 
 
When she looked back at him, her expression was resolute, though shadows of grief lingered in her eyes. Tell me what we’re going to do, Akavir. How do we make this stop? She would begin to gather herbs from a cache nearby, lingering at the base of a tree stump. His would would need taking care of, and Arlette was not here.