Whitefish River And you better start swimmin' or you'll sink like a stone

last from me!

What might that be, then?—
Your happiness is important, too.

Here, her shorn brow furrowed, features sketched with a nonbelief that was both inscrutable and rather stark to see.  “I am a servant to my children.”  Children who deserved a better dam; children who deserved whatever happiness she has been unable to give them, had taken from them the day she challenged the ironstar. No, no—
Aurëwen wouldn’t dare to feel anything else in her hurt heart other than the faith and trust that that she’s regained in their favor.

Crown bowed; contemplating all that the mocha herbalist had to say. ...Eventually, though, airgetlám soon departed from her mild presence with stilted strides, ruminating; but not before expressing her thanks with a gentled murmur.