Hideaway Strath queen of crows

Of course the stranger had no way of knowing that their terse, closed demeanor provided the only sort refuge that they could count on. They had made mistakes - both of them, both large, separate mistakes, and now they had to grow and learn from it. It was the only option. Hemlock could not dwell on what had been done; Palisander had perished and she had gone in a vengeful rage rather than turned to her Family as she should have. Arturo had trusted in Olive and Dakarai and they had shown no care or concern for their Family. Still the thoughts ate at her, and it might have been enough to send her away if not for Lotte and the babies. All of the babies - even down to little Sirius.

"What did you specialize in?" There is a new gleam to her eyes, the gaze critical because who would turn from healing towards something else? What was more natural than herbs and plants? Olive had deemed herself a starborne child, sidereal and ethereal as if the seraphim had molded her lovingly themselves. What foolishness that had lead her to. Or was it that she had no skills with the stars and she had misread them? Hemlock could not denounce what she did not know herself - she was still skeptical. 

"Out of curiosity - if you have a young child with a cough and persistent fever, what would you suggest for the most rapid cure?" She was overstepping her boundaries, a glance that might have been apologetic to Arturo, she had taken over the line of questioning. She was treating Sirius and he was getting better, but she wondered what the former medicine woman might suggest now. Would it be the mystic methods, or the tried and true?