Swiftcurrent Creek I make mountains out of stones

she hums a positive to the question, though in all honesty, she's not sure. they're still alive, and breathing, and that's enough. she's known enough loss, however, to make her sharp and wary now, and she rejected his offer of food and drink with a shake of her muzzle. 

she just as easily could have gone on ignoring him, then, and large part of her wanted to. but something bade her mutter, under her breath, "it hurts." she didn't want to admit this to anyone else, least of all Aditya, for she couldn't bear the worry in his eyes. slightly louder, then, "do you have - poppy?" it took her a moment to recall the herb that Pema had often offered, the tiny black seeds that seemed to take the edge off.