You can't just walk in here-

At first the healer with vapid congeniality was taken aback. She smelled pups but didn't see them, probably away with grandma. The air stale and the windows drawn tightly closed. Dust and grime settled thickly over everything.

She pulled her ears back, startled by the unwelcome growl and how the frail dire woman shifted to turn her back. Morwenna could practically count every vertebrae along the her spine. Deluges hips sharp even in the dimness.

What had happened? Morwenna was frozen to the spot, she wasn't accustomed to thinking quickly or finding the interpersonal threads of social bonds.

The signs were clear enough though.
Dread was not here. Not for some time. Had he never returned? Was Deluge blaming her? Was she to blame?

"Oh no..." She murmured forlornly, stepping gingerly inside. Quietly closing the door behind her. Deluge had been alone, abandoned by both her partners at the worst time imaginable. Morwenna even knew of Modesty's difficult time after her children were born. It would make sense if Deluge suffered the same.

She didn't touch the windows. She didn't approach the new mother. She didn't speak or ask anything further. She simply glided to the hearth and started a fire. She grabbed the kettle and some clean water, she hoped it was clean, and started to make tea. She went and grabbed the herbs she brought in, wishing she had also brought saint johns wort but these will do in a pinch. She placed the passionflower, lemon balm and... How apropos, the bleeding heart blossoms into the water to steep over the fire. These blooms in particular were highly sought after for matters of the heart and even for support in motherhood. She usually hummed as she stirred but she knew every sound of hers was already unwelcome. She stayed by the fire to tend it and the tea.

She glanced back at the woman's corner to see that someone had at least tried to offer her a meal recently. No, this woman, needed to the ocean before anything else...

Once the water was hot enough she set the kettle aside for the herbs to seep and linger and imbue their healing properties into the water.

"Okay, tea is steeping. Let's get you down to the sea. It'll be cool enough to drink by the time we get back." She said quietly into the stillness. She stood in the middle of the room, patiently.