Herbalists' Cache run, rabbit, run

morwenna watched the quiet tremble in ishmira’s frame, the way relief shattered her into something raw, something real. she saw the wisdom in her eyes, far too old for a girl so young. she had been forced to grow up too quickly, to carry burdens that should not have been hers.
thank you, darling girl.
her voice was soft, weary, but heavy with meaning. with trust.
ishmira would do this. she would take the children, bear them away from the blood and ruin if the time came. morwenna did not doubt her. but the thought of it, of losing them—even to safety—twisted something deep inside her.
she lowered her head, pressing her forehead gently against ishmira’s, a silent promise. i will not let it come to that. but even as she thought it, she knew it might.
they are yours as they are mine. her voice barely above a whisper. protect them.
she lingered only a moment more before she exhaled, pulling away. her gaze was tired, but fierce, locked onto ishmira’s as if to etch this moment into her soul.
if the time comes, you run. you do not look back.
her throat clenched.
but if you must fight—
her breath hitched, but she steeled herself.
then you make sure you win.