Herbalists' Cache mask off

morwenna's lips curve into a small, fleeting smile, gratitude slipping through the weariness settled deep in her bones. she leans down, gathering the offered berries with care, their scent earthy and sweet. thank you, nutuyikruk, she murmurs, her voice softer than the winds that whispered through the trees.
but her expression shifts, the quiet moment giving way to something heavier. she lifts her gaze, meeting the other's with quiet certainty.
i may have to move the children, she says, carefully, as if the words alone might set the world into motion. her heart clenches, but there is no hesitation in her voice. sun eater wants blood. war may come.
her ears flick back. the weight of it settles in her chest like stone.
children cannot be close.