The woman was still worried for Sherbet. She tended his wound and got him settled. Still checking on him from time to time. Though she was sure Rosemary had it. She was sure that if he died, Boots would lose it. He would kill or get killed. So, she wanted to be double sure that didn't happen.

Though, maybe she just wanted to hang out near Rosemary. To learn more healing from her outside of basic wraps and stitching from her youth. She could learn a lot from Rosemary. She knew that much.

Yet, she was not there learning today. No, she was sitting alone in her room. A book at her feet, but she was not reading anymore. She was staring at the pages absent mindedly as her snakes slithered and hissed. Her mane was her pride and joy, but today she ignored them.

She had to much on her mind.

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