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Rosemary inhaled deeply, her deepest inhale of the entire day, and half-closed her eyes. The stress wore at her bones, nipped at her paws, and weighed upon her heavier than her satchel ever could. The last times she felt this way were marked by the death or disappearance of family: Pincher, Vandal, and Coldblue. But Goldie was still alive—she believed this, Rosemary would believe this unless presented with overwhelming evidence to the contrary—and gritted her teeth. If they recovered Goldie and defeated Stryker, there would be enough time to mourn and collect herself. She couldn’t wallow in self-pity now.
The sage looked up from her white paws to Roxie as her sister addressed her by name, and the witch nodded reflexively. “Of course I’m with you. Ointments, herbs, bandages… war requires so many healing supplies.” The necro mambas’ stores had been depleted after the last raid, and Rosemary understood the importance of replenishing them. No, more than replenishing them, they needed to stock the items until the storage room burst at the hinges. Better to have a surplus and too little sleep for Rosemary herself than to allow anyone to die or suffer from negligence.
As Roan approached, she glanced at him and nodded. She’d almost forgotten the hierarchy—well, what did it matter, when the bleeding started? “Good thing there’s two of us, hm? If only we could train our crocodiles to sniff out infections.” She chuckled, grimly, but sighed. Unfortunately, Eri was about as helpful as an assistant as a rock; he was only useful at holding down squirming patients, and only then because he liked to soak up body heat and sunlight more than anything else in the whole wide world.
[/td][/tr][/table]The sage looked up from her white paws to Roxie as her sister addressed her by name, and the witch nodded reflexively. “Of course I’m with you. Ointments, herbs, bandages… war requires so many healing supplies.” The necro mambas’ stores had been depleted after the last raid, and Rosemary understood the importance of replenishing them. No, more than replenishing them, they needed to stock the items until the storage room burst at the hinges. Better to have a surplus and too little sleep for Rosemary herself than to allow anyone to die or suffer from negligence.
As Roan approached, she glanced at him and nodded. She’d almost forgotten the hierarchy—well, what did it matter, when the bleeding started? “Good thing there’s two of us, hm? If only we could train our crocodiles to sniff out infections.” She chuckled, grimly, but sighed. Unfortunately, Eri was about as helpful as an assistant as a rock; he was only useful at holding down squirming patients, and only then because he liked to soak up body heat and sunlight more than anything else in the whole wide world.
PEACEFALL
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