RE: always an angel, never a god
08-15-2024, 08:08 AM
Finch had begun to pick up on her auntie's distress. Although Theory was good at hiding it, she couldn't help but notice that every time she crept closer, there was a hard set to her smile. The young healer slowly began to modify her attentions. She started by sitting a little further away, merely observing and marking down different changes in her aunt's anatomy. Everything was proceeding how it should. If she was a younger mother, maybe Finch would have felt comfortable leaving her to labor in peace. Nature usually took its course when things were spry and young. Pups bounced back quickly from illnesses that would lay an adult low. Mothers in the prime of youth usually had quick, painless labors... but Theory was older. Things could take a turn in an instant. Finch was nothing if not prepared - as evidenced by the leather satchel full to bursting of different herbs and tinctures. For now, she would stay close by. |
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