Herbalists' Cache rook's rest

morwenna met her touch with quiet grace, the edges of her eyes softening as they held ayovi’s.
a pause.
then a smile bloomed—small, but steady. the kind of smile worn by women who’ve seen too much and carry it well.
and you, she said simply, voice a hush in the glen.
she did not chase her as she turned to go. did not call her back. she only watched, breathing deep the scent of cold pine and the faint memory of another mother’s strength.
then she turned to her children, and laid with them.