Bitterroot Valley you said you'd always be there for me

his grimace drew a small chuckle from her lips, light and warm, like the sun breaking through the frost.
my ...nursemaid, she began. she did not know the word in lanzadoii, her voice carrying a distant warmth, softened by memory. she was wise. know every leaf and root like they were her...children. her gaze flickered to the herbs nestled in the cracks of the rocks, her tail giving a slow, contemplative sway.
she’d sit with me for hours, telling. teaching. her nose lowered to nudge a sprig of greenery from the earth, careful not to damage it. it is about...ah...understand-ing.
her eyes lifted, watching him paw at the ground. it take time.