Hushed Willows daisy chain blues

so fascinating, still, the masque of red-robin that bridget wore upon her face. teya found it otherwordly, suited to this enchanted realm among the willow-trees. "no," and she shook her head, though she was pleased to have found such esteem in the other's eyes. "only wanted to carry ... to safety," she indicated, cursing the resistance of her stubborn tongue.
"you are healer?" was that why bridget had asked? maybe the other sought common ground between them. teya wished there was more to offer, aside from a blush beneath the velveteen fur of her cheeks as her gaze dropped away. the woman was so much more than she, and already teya knew there was a hierarchy in the court, beyond the spoken word.