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She watches Tavina work, disquiet allayed in the mastery of her craft and the verdict of health that would follow once rest and care had healed Mya’s wounds. A time would come when the woman would be escorted back into the green lands beyond the deserts, but for now she was in the doctor’s safe keeping.

The hebsut’s stillness punctuates with a nod, “Thank you,” her eyes rove the Sesh’s face before finding the green eyes set within the new wolf’s pale mask,  “I will prepare your quarters and be back to check on you. Rest well, Mya.”

She turns and follows the tunnel east. She had a place in mind for the woman, it was a modest chamber near enough to the sesh's medical room, but with a casement along the ceiling that opened up into the sky. It would fill the space with soft natural light while their guest mends.