Blackfeather Woods does the lighthouse shine to seek, or to be found?

iva responded timidly, as usual, her blind face searching for the direction relmyna stood. the delta took the moment to offer a low whine of placation deep in her pale throat, stealing forth to lay the delicacy on the churned ground. moving away once more, aware that the trauma carried by the injured woman had engendered a stressful hypervigilance, relmyna took in the task iva had set herself too.
a densite, one to accomodate the children that would be borne of past violence. again she wondered if her ward wished this, or if it was merely instinct that drove her, but decided it did not matter. clearing her throat, relmyna again proffered a croon and set her paw audibly upon the dirt: perhaps iva would like help?