Stavanger Bay Forsythia

"just, rest, for now," lestan said hoarsely, taking a moment to hug reverie closer for a moment, kiss blossom's forehead. "then, y-yes. food, and she needs a healer. the b-birth was too hard on her."
the effort of speaking was great now; quietly he would follow rhaegal into the claim and find a sort of shallow cave before the end of day, where lestan would stash them on a makeshift bed of sedges for now.
"thank you," he said to the saltshore man.