An unbidden shiver ran up Sagas spine as the pitch wolfess emerged from the maw of the den. Her features were smooth, unreadable, though there was an unrecognized softness to her gaze Laurel could never hold. It rang in her tone, bolstering the Fox as she swallowed past a lump.
What troubled her? A great many things.

Saga threw caution to the wind, wondering if Eldritch would keep the ill-concealed privacy there mightve been left to the situation but deciding she had a right to know. The healers help would be needed in more ways than one, and Saga wasn't keen to lie to her.

I find myself pregnant, she breathed quietly, And I... I need to be confident in my abilities. To prove I am more.

To provide. To shield herself. Saga sucked in a deep breath, head bowed, eyes tilted upwards to Eldritch’s face.

I was hoping you'd be willing to take an apprentice. My herbal knowledge is limited to exactly one plant I've never seen, but I was a midwife back in my birth pack.