Whitebark Stream prepare the platter

she hesitates, stiffening a moment as bhediya begins to speak. perhaps she does have a lunatic among her numbers, or—she's pregnant. she blinks, surprise flitting over her features before she can stop it, mind working. she can not deny the possessiveness; this is her place, and she will raise children here. but she had given her word, and after a moment her features settle as she comes to a decision. 

"you can raise your children here," she decrees, "with your numbers and mine, the ranks should be able to support them." but should that change—well, those details could be hammered out latter. and she'd meant what she'd said, earlier; despite everything, khoe was still family.