Herbalists' Cache Tēähkomeûnts

she accepted. pain was sweeping; it pinned him and at last laid him down during the final ministrations offered by ayovi that day. sun eater was grateful, and deeply so; that she was beautiful was a secondary luxuriance to having himself stabilized.

his stare proclaimed these things, despite his splay now beneath her working palms.

the promise of ongoing care indebted he to her as well. he wondered if she knew this, and for a stark, sudden moment, mused also on what sort her people might be. they were similar and yet quite different.

he nodded, closing his single eye, and saved the breath of words to support himself through the next span of time.

he was lanzadoii. he would not falter.