Redsand Canyon Blood orange sunrise.

Her little vampires. Well, that was certainly a new one and it was met with a soft snort. “So much for following doctors orders then, hm?” She challenged back as the woman tried to assure her that the treatments worked. The healer wanted to argue that the inherit nature of her feeding her own children before she was cleared was the antithesis of following doctors orders, but it was difficult when clearly the woman was picking and choosing.
 
Maxim appeared, silent as ever and there was sympathy in her eyes for the other woman. “I’m giving you the stink eye because feeding them too soon could kill you Towhee. You could die.” She wondered if perhaps the woman simply did not understand the sheer terror that death wrought. The Matrona was arriving, Aquene’s gaze fell to her and she sighed softly, groaning in defeat as she plopped her head down and indeed gave the warrior the stink eye. “She could die, Ruenna. She could die by feeding the little vampires… her endearment, not mine.” There was a pause for a moment before her attention turned just there.
 
“And you? How are you feeling?” There was concern over her back, and how she was feeling after her own brush with death. These two women were going to be the death of her.