Redsand Canyon ploratus

It was a weighted risk, offering poppy to those who were injured. She weighed it carefully when she considered whether or not the opiate had to be distributed… in war, she was a little more liberal with supplies but not by much. Though she knew the purpose of Mereo, for the sake of her children and the Matrona’s own, she did not wish for war to arrive at their doorstep.
 
She smiled softly at his words, a glance in his direction with a brow furrowed temporarily when he asked if she wanted to come closer. She did not respond verbally, only offering a nod as she crept forward, looking over the four little bundles. She had helped birth them, but in the moment she had been focused on Ruenna. Apart from ensuring they drew breathe, she had not paid them much attention until after the Matrona had been stabilized.
 
“Does it feel different? Being a parent?”