Lion Head Mesa kusuri 薬

as crowfeather departed, satsu wondered if she should follow. maggie remained to be tended and that alone curbed her desire, so she watched him vanish down the corridor and then turned to look upon ramesses, ears turning to his voice.
she draws closer and then settles to her haunches, breathing in the smell of herbal paste.
i was worried for akashingo. which was the truth, one she shared in that same chilling manner as she'd given her orders earlier, unable to warm herself up given the chaos of the day.
softly then, you are not my husband yet.