Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

“Kill?” She looks up at him. His eye is very much like a sea storm then, a tempest, swirling with all the emotions of the past weeks. The past months.
“You would not flush them out? Allow them to go elsewhere?” Wasn’t that what this was about? Surely Sun Eater was no collector of hostages. Would he not choose to simply run-off his disloyal and  avoid young bloodshed?
Ayovi speaks no word more on the war. She’d offered what intel she could. Now the healer cuts and crushes and packs, and dreams of a nook with Skorpa in the ice.