Herbalists' Cache life feels worse, but good with you in it

gjalla regards her coolly, head tipping just slightly at the bow before her gaze flickers over the tawny woman. 

five days have done little to settle the storm inside her. it anything, it has only settled deeper into her bones, coiling beneath her skin like something waiting to break loose. she has been fine. she would be fine still, if she kept moving, if she kept doing. maybe then, she won’t have to acknowledge the weight sitting in her chest. 

gjalla should say no. she almost does, but she has not held much company for five days. perhaps this woman would ease her mind, if only a little. 

"if you keep up," she says at last, perhaps a few beats late. she does not slow, but the slight shift of her head—a near-imperceptible gesture—grants permission all the same.