Redhawk Caldera Handle With Care

two husbands dead. two lovers gone. if ever a woman thought herself cursed, it was teya. 
she scarcely ate; each day was spent in sleeping if she was not on patrol. she could not force herself to speak to even her own children, though each day her silent embrace welcomed them against the beat of her heart.
the caldera remained under a pall. teya roused herself to hunt for those who needed it, even while her own hunger went unanswered.
today she found dwin, and though she didn't want conversation, these things weren't up to her. everyone was hurting and teya knew she could not shut herself away forever.
in quiet heartache she sat gently near ceridwen, glancing out over the water and its ripples.