Herbalists' Cache long live the queen

morwenna leaned into hawk’s touch, letting herself find the smallest moment of comfort amid the storm. the weight of everything—the war, the betrayals, the uncertainty of what came next—pressed against her like the mountain itself. but here, in this moment, she allowed herself to breathe.
you will protect us, she murmured, her voice steady despite the way her heart ached. help me move the children, if it comes to that. she did not want to leave, but she would not risk them, not for anything.
her eyes, sharp as carved stone, met hawk’s. protecting @Nutuyikruk. @Other Shore. @Ridgeback. each name carried weight. these were the ones she entrusted with some sliver of light, with her children, with what remained of the future. they could not be left behind.
[inent]her muzzle ghosted over hawk’s shoulder before she pulled back, her grief buried beneath duty. we will not fight this war alone, she echoed, softer, but no less resolute. but i will not be theirs to take.
and neither will you.