Qeya River the wind finally sleeps

star eater’s eyes swept over the girl, quick and searching. she was young—too young to be wandering alone in such a state. exhaustion clung to her like frost to the tundra, her limbs trembling with spent energy.
wait here, she said, though she doubted the girl had the strength to move regardless.
with quick, sure steps, she turned and rushed back to her cache, where her herbs were stored. her paws worked with practiced efficiency, sifting through dried leaves and bundled roots until she found what she sought—valerian. it would ease the girl’s muscles, let her rest without the grip of tension holding her stiff.
she returned swiftly, settling beside the girl and nudging the herb toward her.
here, she murmured, her voice softer now. this will help you relax.
there was no demand, no pressure—only an offering. her gaze lingered on the girl’s face, searching for recognition, for understanding. she would not force her to take it, but she would not leave her in such a state either.