Herbalists' Cache patience and restraint

morwenna did not flinch at his closeness—her breath, steady and sure, matched the rhythm of his own. his plan had been whispered like a prayer, quiet as falling snow, but she had listened to every word.
when he pulled back, searching her gaze, he would find no fear in her eyes.
only fire.
it can be done, she said, voice low and certain, like a promise bound in blood. but we must move carefully. no one must suspect until it is time.
her eyes flitted briefly to where the children lay, and then back to him.
for them, i will burn every bridge. even saatsine.