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

Her companions moves despite her panicked fidgeting and presses against one side of her but with more force than simply comfort. Ocracoke moves a little, picks up her ragged form, and carefully moves by the direction of her feet. It’s uncomfortable, and comes in waves, and any knowledge she had previously on delivery has long since left her addled mind, along with all its confidence.
 
The sound of a bark causes her to flinch and lower to the earth, turning her head in that direction out of habit more than anything. She recognizes the scent as the kind woman that offered her food and introduces herself to prove it. Still, the labored mother remains low. The gentle touch of the other is met with tension but she does not cry out in surprise, or worry she will hurt her, and instead leans into Relmyna a little more.
 
She settles down into the depression of the earth as the newer female offers her something to eat and she feels blades of leaves pressed against her. Her heart beats faster with the closeness of either woman on her side but she gingerly takes whatever is in offered to her but holds it, turning her nose toward her friend to let her know it’s okay to eat them.