Herbalists' Cache hold my cup

maybe.
star eater did not shrink from his scorn, nor did she balk at the heat in his voice. she met it with something quieter, steadier, the weight of her gaze pressing into him as though she could will him to see what she did.
or he will come to respect it.
her breath curled in the cold air between them, pale eyes unreadable. i must believe in change. a pause, a beat heavy with meaning. you changed, did you not?
it was not a plea, not a soft thing, but a challenge wrapped in certainty. blackfell was not the same man she had once known—not entirely. time had sharpened him, tempered him, carved away what had once been. but beneath it all, there were still pieces of the wolf she had known, the wolf she had trusted. was that not change?
her tail flicked once, measured.
i would like to see you get on with him.
a request, or perhaps a command, though she did not force the distinction. she only watched, waiting, knowing full well what kind of answer she would receive.