Herbalists' Cache poison arrow

quick cameo

star eater returned to the saatsine in silence.
gjalla’s blood was upon her.
dried in streaks along her chest, clotted against her throat, dark and heavy beneath her claws.
she felt it. smelled it. tasted it.
it was in her fur. in her teeth. in her bones.
but she did not break.
she walked with the surety of a woman who had seen the end of something. and the beginning of something else.
the camp was restless. whispers churned like the wind, pressing into her ears as she passed. but she did not stop.
she did not help.
she did not go to him.
her husband writhed in his own ruin.
his voice was fractured, a broken man calling to the void.
her steps slowed.
but she did not turn.
"protect children—!"
her lip curled, a quiet, seething thing.
was that his penance?
to name another in his place while she carried their children on her back? while she bled for his sins?
his voice broke, gasping for mercy from the spirits.
but star eater gave none.
she went where she was needed.
where her children waited. where ishmira waited.
she had no use for dying gods. only for what would rise in their place.