Herbalists' Cache hoof cache

relax, relax, star eater soothes, stepping close enough that her flank brushes his as she circles him, halting his pacing with the smooth press of her presence. her voice is low, cool as the snow beneath their paws. it was just some random woman. when have you ever let that get to you?
but gjalla—ah. that, she cannot dismiss so easily. her brow furrows, a crease deepening as she listens.
no one else saw, she assures, casting a quick glance over her shoulder as if to confirm. this is the first i've heard of it. had word spread, i'd have known.
she tilts her head, observing him with an unreadable glint in her eye. so, she tackled you? there's the faintest twitch at the corner of her mouth, a glimmer of humor she doesn't quite allow to surface. gods. what a mess.
but then, more seriously, her gaze sharpens. you did not kill them, kol. that is what matters. a pause. leave gjalla to me. i'll see what’s gotten into her.
but privately, her mind churns. gjalla had finally struck? her loyalty to the woman tastes bitter on her tongue now.