Herbalists' Cache a mad thought

she felt the weight of his gaze upon her, the quiet understanding that often lingered between them. she had never been afraid to speak her mind, but this… this was different.
the warmth of their children nestled between them anchored her, but still, she swallowed, steadying herself. ask, he bid her.
her ears flicked back, hesitant, though she forced herself forward. i wish to be more than a hunter, she admitted, the words feeling heavier than they should. i will not be on the grounds for some time... her gaze lowered to their children, the tiny, perfect things that had already stolen so much of her heart. but i wish… to be something of value. to saatsine, whilst they are young.
her breath hitched. was this foolish? was she asking for something beyond her place? she had always been a hunter, a provider, but she had seen the wounds that war left behind. seen the damage wrought by anger, by vengeance.
a healer, she murmured, feeling the weight of the word. mender of what’s broken. at your side.
her tongue ran over her teeth. was this weakness? was she lesser for not wanting to fight, not wanting to wield her fangs as her only means of service? she exhaled sharply, grounding herself in the moment, in him.
i am not strong, like nagruk, like black hawk. her tail curled protectively around their children, as if to reassure herself. but i am not weak.
she lifted her gaze to him, searching for something she could not name.
do you… hear me?