Nova Peak Wähkär

It is a false smile— known only by other women who had also occasion to wear it, and Ayovi feels a great guilt for  inserting herself. It was very possible this woman did not desire company, and in that case, the huntress could respect it.
Still, she tunnels in behind her, eyes moving to admire the ornamentations. Elowen was a woman of taste, or Lorcan a collector of beauty. Perhaps it is both. 
Ayovi tucks herself on the opposite side of the earthen dwelling, shifting to make space for the roundness of her flank before settling on Elowen’s question.
“To compare bumps,” her eyes flare for a quick moment. “I am not a midwife, but I know medicine. I used to aid my aunts when I was a girl. I am here to help you, when they come. If you need.” If she wanted.