The Art of Birth

The warm beam of Morwenna's compliment made Finch blush, almost as much as Wylan cheekily sticking her tongue out at her. She could tell it was a joke, but it made her feel strange and prickly at the same time. The white female shot him a shy smile, too nervous to return any kind of louder gesture. His input was good! Judging by his bulging bag of herbs, he was a quick study as well. Finch liked him immediately. Ollie, on the other hand, reminded her much of herself. Finch nodded along as Morwenna mentioned various useful herbs, trying to commit them to memory. She wasn't sure when something like this might come in handy. Although she was still dwarfed between the two Fatalis boys, Finch felt herself slowly relax. Just in time to catch Morwenna's next question!

"Oh, uneven breathing! Or inability to catch their breath. Unfocused eyes..." she drifted off, running out of ideas. There had to be other signs. Finch couldn't come up with anything else, but she nodded vigorously along with Ollie's suggestion of pale gums. "That's a good one," she whispered.