Herbalists' Cache futurama

gjalla’s heart stirs in her chest, a heavy beat that thunders. the way morwenna leans into her cracks open something she’s tried to keep buried under layers of stone for a long time.

she holds her tighter, arms coming around her protectively, as though to wrap her in a promise. The words are both a weight and a balm; they fall from morwenna’s lips, raw and jagged, and gjalla feels them carve into her soul.

"perhaps i am just clingy," she murmurs, a jest to soothe her sister’s troubled spirit. she holds her gaze, keeping it steady. "i choose you, mo. all of you. i would not have it any other way."

the ache in her chest shifts, changes. it doesn’t hurt so much anymore. it softens.

"through whatever comes, you will never be alone. let the child be a reminder of that—of me, if i cannot reach you. they will know loyalty, but more than that, love."

the words feel true. solid. like they could fill the space between them and stretch across every shadow that had ever threatened to come between them.

"..there is something i have been meaning to ask you. insight, perhaps.”