Blackfeather Woods please don't let them look through the curtain

The child screamed, the sister apologized and her headache grew. She sent Atshen away, nudging him towards and into the den so that she could speak to her sister in silence. Returning to her sister's quivering form, she sighed, casting her eyes to the ground. She should not have yelled, she knew it. "It is fine. You will be fine, okay?" She sought her sister's face for approval, some sign that her anger had not just damaged the very grounds that their relationship stood on. The dark woman tenderly paced towards Althaia's crouched form, nosing the woman with an affection she had only shown to her immediate family. 

"You will be okay, I promise," Nemesis kept her promises, she had always done so. Althaia, despite their strained sisterhood, was as much under her care as her own children. It was something she took quite seriously. If Althaia had the slightest bit of faith in Nemesis, the dark woman urged her sister to use it. Nemesis would not fail her, not again.