Rosewater Oasis let it blaze

it warmed her heart to hear the woman's decision. she'll stay for as long as she wished, and until then she swore she will be tended well. if not by servants then by the royal wife herself.

vahanet. she answered simply. there was no need for grandiose titles or entourage when the sheer presence of their oasis spoke for itself. racharra's hands focused mostly on spreading and pressing the water into the harshest of wounds, her touch gentling as she reached for the woman's face. she was already beautiful, but her pale coat was caked in dirt. her paws ran along her cheeks, careful in case she'd broken a boundary.