Duskfire Glacier Like you imagined

Lane finished her poultice, chewing a few springs of dried tormentil into her base paste of oak leaves. If Tuuluuwaq allowed it, she would spread it over his wound and allow it to dry. 

Lane nodded, and she met the Tatkret's soulful chocolate eyes. "Thank you for saying so." He didn't know the half of it -- she hadn't even told him about Tzila. She took a deep breath, and let it come out. "His wife, Tzila, followed him to the grave. Poison. Ah.. self-inflicted." She closed her eyes, breathing. "They leave behind two boys, the age of my own children." It was a heavy burden to lay on an acquaintance, but Tuuluuwaq deserved to know what he was signing up for, should he choose to join Duskfire Glacier as a full member upon Issorartuyok's return.