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Eivør couldn't believe it. As she stared down at the tiny life in her arms. A living, breathing child cradled against her. This was hers. She made this. This... this was real. She shuddered, tears welling up in her eyes as she choked bag a sob and gently, with the most feather light of touches, stroked the back of a finger against a soft little cheek. The tip of her nail strayed at a freckle near a tiny little nose. A warm breath hit her skin, and a single teardrop fell onto her own hand. Breath.

This tiny life was breathing.

There was a heartbeat.

The skin was soft, warm. The softest thing she had ever felt in her life.

This tiny life had cried as it entered the world, the most beautiful sound Eivør had ever heard. Far more beautiful than any song, any whisper on the wind, any coo of a lover.

Tears continued to roll down Eivør's face as she studied every part of her child's face. Freckles just like herself, a cute little nose, tiny little fluffy ears. All of these things would grow, all of this would be alive. She shifted her arms just slightly, enough to be able to bring the sleeping child closer to her face without disturbing the peace of sleep. Eivør could hear her child's heart beating, she could hear those sweet little breaths, the gentle cooing that occasionally escaped past tiny lips, but she just needed to be close. She pressed her forehead to her child's. Her eyes, though filled with tears that blurred her vision, remained open so she could continue to look upon that little face. Her child even smelled perfect. Her perfect little star. She would never be able to love anyone or anything more than the child in her arms. It would never happen. Never.

A tear landed upon an impossibly soft cheek, and suddenly there was a sound and squirming. Eivør gasped quietly and froze, watching as little eyes fluttered open. Black and white met with pale green and dark gray. They locked eyes for several moments before Eivør finally smiled and spoke in the softest whisper, "hello, Ástríðr.."

Ástríðr blinked a few times. Her nose scrunched up, and she began to whimper. Uh oh. Oh no. "Ásta, Ásta, it's okay," Eivør cooed, lowering Ástríðr so fluffy white ears were over her Eivør's heart. Ástríðr's fussing eased, and bleary eyes stared up at the larger woman hunched over her. Eivør's hair fell around them like a dark curtain to offer them privacy from the rest of the world, and the Viera curled up against the headboard with her arms around Ástríðr and her knees bending to rest her lap underneath her child. The mother was now as curled up around her child as she could safely be, and nothing outside of the two of them mattered.

"Hello, Ástríðr," she sang quietly, "my little starlight." Her voice cracked, her throat tightening as she finally said those words aloud. "I never thought I would--ha.. I n-never tho--ought.." She sniffed, her breath shuddering. "I love you so much, my little Ásta. My starlight." She inhaled deeply, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to keep herself together. "It.. it is... it is so.. so wonderful t-to fina.. to finally meet you, Ástríðr."

Finally.

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Commission for @theinsanesinger of her Viera and her new child!

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Ding level 80! There's Samurai. Gonna do Bard and Machinist next so I can finish off the ranged DPS jobs, then I'll just have Dragoon, Monk, and Ninja left. Uuuuuugh! So close!

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The home I wanted for Eivør all along was always in Lavender Beds. It didn't matter where the plot was, because there isn't really a bad plot in that area. It's just more suited to her lifestyle and needs. It'll be a better place to raise her child than the Mist. I did like my house in the Mist, it was a nice location and a beautiful view, but the Shroud is more like home than La Noscea is. There were IC reasons her house was in La Noscea before, and it just makes sense to move her out of there. I think I'll do a write up for this change, too.

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Ding level 80! And that makes all of my tanks! All Tanks, all Healers, All Magical DPS. All that's left is Melee and Ranged DPS. Dancer is maxed out, but everything else is at least at or over 70. So close. SO CLOSE. Will I get all 80s before Endwalker?

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Salma was healed. Her aether had been stabilized, and Eivør felt a wave of relief wash over her the first time they were able to get her out of bed and she was able to walk around on her own. It had taken weeks, and Eivør was exhausted from it, but Salma was safe. It really only could have been Eivør. She had also kept her promise; even with Salma no longer taken ill, Eivør remained in Viras for some time longer to relax, recuperate herself, and to visit. She had intended on only staying for a few weeks. And in those few weeks she had caught up with old friends, old lovers, and the like. She had even taken a night to attempt one last time at something she had already accepted likely wouldn't happen. A group of Wood Warders came to Viras to collect young jacks, and though it did give Eivør a brief moment to acknowledge and be acknowledged by her brother, there was someone else who had had her eye. Pale hair and vibrant green eyes that locked with her mismatched black and white. Though she had no interest in long term, he was not unattractive. Perhaps.. one night would not hurt.

It had been weeks since that night, and Eivør did not seem to be regaining her strength. In fact, she was more tired now than she had been after healing Salma. Was it something she ate? Surely she had not managed to mess up her own aether that much and made herself sick? Salma was still fine. The women she had had dinner with were not ill. Did something bite her and she did not notice? It made no sense. Eivør had been content to let it run its course, to hope that it would go away on its own, but finally she went to the village healer at the behest of her mother. She did not want her daughter to leave until she knew why she was sick, and then she did not want her to leave while she was sick, so they had to figure out what was going on.

Apparently... Eivør would not be leaving for quite some time.

She sat at the edge of the cot, jaw dropped, eyes wide, and hands clutching at the edge of the furniture as if it were a lifeline.

Impossible.

"I... I'm sorry. I think I misheard.." Eivør shook her head. She rose to her feet, her hands pressing lightly to her abdomen before clasping together against her chest over her heart. She paced a moment, and then whirled around toward the healer. "That is not.. possible."

The other Viera frowned. Her brow knit, and her head tilted to one side. "And why not? I could have sworn I saw you take a mate when the--"

"N-no! I don't mean! It's just.. I don't get that lucky. I don't get to be with child! And especially not so easily. Are you sure?!" Ah, there it was. That made sense. The healer's head bobbed in understanding, and she relaxed. Eivør was one of those Viera, the ones who had difficulties. She was unfamiliar with Eivør's specific issues, but she had seen this reaction before.

"I am sure, yes. You are with child, Eivør. It would seem you have been blessed. Perhaps as reward for saving your mother?" There was a slight shrug, not with intent to dismiss the other woman's concerns but as a gesture of acceptance that it is what it is.

Tears blurred Eivør's vision. Her hands pressed to her abdomen once more as now she turned her back on the healer. A child? Truly? Oh, but she had been on this path before. She had gotten quite far on this path once or twice.. only for it to end.. in... no. NO. She would not think about that. No.. perhaps this... maybe the healer was right. Perhaps this was a reward. Suddenly she turned back to the healer, her tear-filled eyes widened. "You must help me. I cannot take any risks during this. Please."

Finally the healer smiled and bowed her head. "Of course. It is what I am here for."

Fear was replaced with relief, and Eivør sighed. Her shoulders relaxed, and as her eyes closed those tears finally fell. "I suppose I am staying longer than I anticipated.." Oh... but what would she tell them? Could she tell them? What if telling anyone cursed it and she.. no. Not again. Not. Again. She would lay low. She would do this. And at the end.. then she would go home.

Please let this be the one...

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The house was empty save for the pitter patter of Fat Son exploring, Eivør sitting beside Salma's bed, and the older Viera sitting in bed with her eyes closed and her breath shallow. Eivør had returned for a week thus far, and she had spent every waking moment tending to her mother. The first few days had been the worst of it. Seeing her mother, reconciling with the fact that she might not be able to help her in spite of what the Green Word was telling her, and then determining that she would do everything within her strength to do so. She had learned so much since leaving Viras, after all. If anyone could do it, it was Eivør. The first task had been to figure out what was even happening, how it had started, and how long it had been. Speaking with the visiting healer and Salma's friends had been helpful, as they explained something she was unsurprised they were having difficulties dealing with. Salma had been on a simple herb gathering venture with her group, something they had done hundreds of times before. Everything was going as it always did, and they had had few disturbances. Nothing major, nothing to write home about. It all changed when they stumbled upon a group of outsiders. It was standard at first; warnings, weapons drawn but not readied for battle, just trying to scare them off before a Wood Warder came across them. None of it had worked. These strangers had a magic they were not familiar with, and they were not afraid of the Viera women. They had managed to disable three of the four intruders, but the fourth one got a shot off on Salma that made her collapse into a seizure and fall into unconsciousness. If only the spear that went through that intruder's head a moment later from a Wood Warder in the trees had been there seconds earlier. This had been a week ago. They had returned Salma quickly to her home and to her bed, where had been ever since.

At the very least it meant that Eivør's lack of presence was not at fault here. This likely would have happened even if she had not left, but because she left it meant she could fix it. She had learned much from her Hyur companions in the infirmary. Figuring out what was wrong with Salma had been quick and easy for Eivør, but treating would take some time. Salma had too much aether in her, mostly of the wrong kind. It was.. unfortunately familiar. It would likely scar her if Eivør took too long. She would be quick, but she had to be careful, so she didn't do more harm than good. The first thing she had to do was get her conscious. "Mother?" She spoke quietly, reaching a hand across to gently set it upon the other Viera's. It stirred her from her sleep, and dark eyes fluttered open as she lifted her head and turned to look to her daughter. Eivør offered her a warm smile, squeezed her hand, and released it to reach over and pick up a bowl and spoon. "How are you feeling?"

Salma sighed quietly, closed her eyes a moment, and then opened them again. "Better now that you are here, my little star. I am sorry to bring you home.. but I am glad to see you.."

Eivør chuckled, scooping up stew and reaching across to offer it to the Salma. "It is fine. Though I cannot promise I will be here forever, I will not be leaving until you are well. It is good to be home. I was... homesick."

"Homesick?" Salma's eyes widened somewhat. "Did something happen?" A pause, and then she finally raised a hand. "I think I am capable of feeding myself, my love--"

"Please, mother. You need to rest. I can do this. And then I will begin treating you."

Salma loosed a sigh, nodded, and finally accepted the offered stew. She was quiet for several moments, then tilted her head to one side. "How do you know how to help me?"

Scooping more stew, Eivør hesitated a moment. "... Because I suffered in ways similar to yourself, and I learned how to treat it from an associate. I will help you, and you will be good as new. But first? We finish this bowl."

"Who is the mother here?" Salma asked with a croak of a laugh, and then she cut off suddenly. "I--oh, love, I am sorry, I--"

"It's fine." Eivør managed a smile.

"You could try again while you are here..?"

"... I could. I doubt anything will come of it. But I will try."

"Wonderful! Who knows. Perhaps this is the one?" Eivør chuckled and shrugged, then offered another spoonful of stew.

"Let's get you fed, hm?"

Salma at least had a healthy appetite. It didn't take long to feed her, and it certainly would take less time to feed her than it would to treat her. It was going to take days to carefully rebalance her aether, and especially to do so without risk of berserking either herself or the bedridden Viera. At the very least it gave her the opportunity to show off her magics. The room would be filled with starlight, with the constellations of Eorzea. It distracted Salma from what Eivør was doing, keeping her calm and content while the younger Viera did her work. It also seemed to lift her spirits to see how Eivør had developed in her absence. She would never admit it, but she had been afraid when Eivør had left. Afraid of what might happen to her. But she should have known that young woman who left all those years ago was not one to be easily removed from this world, she who had been through so much before even seeing her first full century. The floating blades with their orbiting moons and stars were fascinating, as well. She had never seen anything like it. It would seem that leaving had been.. perhaps the right thing for Eivør now that Salma saw some of what she was now capable of. Eivør had been purposeless before; she had her duties, her hunting, her worship, but beyond that she was rather spoiled and usually only did things for herself, her needs, her amusement. It was nice to see her doing something for someone else. She seemed to have matured since last they were together. Good... good. "... Eivør?" Salma eventually asked, her quiet voice filling an otherwise quiet air.

"Yes, mother?" Eivør responded distractedly, the majority of her focus on her magic. She had to be sure she did not overload Salma.

"Now that you have returned.. will you be..." Salma pursed her lips a moment, shook her head, and then looked to Eivør. "Will you be staying? Or will you go again once I am well?"

Eivør did not immediately answer. However, her tall ears began to slowly lower until they were flattened against her hair. Truth be told, Eivør wasn't sure. She still had obligations, right? People who still depended on her. Or would they still depend on someone who left so abruptly with no notice? Perhaps if she told them now that she was sure.. but what would she tell them? Would she stay? Could she stay? Could she go back to this life? It had indeed been something she had thought about, but a part of her had hoped something or someone else would make the decision for her.

Salma frowned and turned her gaze away. "I see. It's fine, just forget I--"

"Wh--no. No.. just..." Sighing, Eivør finally brought her hands away, and the shimmer and shine of twinkling star-like aether began to dim and dissipate. "I do not know. I.. it is something I thought about even on my journey here. Mother, I have been through so much. Some of it bad, but most of it amazing. And I... there are.. were? Are? People who still need me. Depend on me. And I'm no longer the same Eivør I was when I left the wood. I wish I had an answer for you, but even I'm not sure yet. I mean, I'm definitely staying to make sure you are well, but after that? I haven't figured it out."

"I think the fact that you are unsure if you will stay is reason enough not to.." Salma offered gently, lifting her hands to hold Eivør's. "But at least stay a little while, hm? You may relax here. We will not even ask you to perform any kind of strenuous duties. Just.. visit for a time. There are many outside of myself who missed you. I am sure they would be happy to see you again."

Her heart throbbed at the thought. Eivør had broken so many hearts when she left. There was one in particular she remembered, the one who had been her partner at the time. The one who she had hurt the most, probably. She managed a weak smile, but she gave Salma's hands a squeeze nonetheless. "You may be right. I'll.. visit. Even after you're well. It would be nice to spend time with you when you are not sick."

She would stay for the moment. Just a little while, right? It couldn't hurt. Maybe just a few weeks...

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Only two very trusted members of my FC know of the upcoming Eivør developments, but I'm slowly adding subtle (and not so subtle) changes and additions to the house for it. I don't think any of them ever visit my house anyway. I actually haven't been this excited to write about or for Eivør in about a year, so I think this really was the Win that she needed and deserved. I'll hopefully have part 2 of Eivør Goes Home up soon.

I still haven't fully committed to a name yet, but so far I've narrowed it down to..

Ásta Ástríðr and Rúna

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Not me realizing what a goddamn glowup Eivør has gone through since 2019

That's my GIRL

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It had started with a whisper.

A Viera who left the wood was not meant to hear the Green Word. It was unclear if such a thing was meant to be a permanent punishment for leaving behind her duties, or if it was incentive to bring them back into the fold. In years past, a Viera was never allowed to return to the wood after abandoning her sisters; she was exiled. In recent years it had become allowed, and those Viera were no longer in permanent exile. Still, typically none returned. They left for a reason, after all. Eivør was one of those Viera; she left to find herself, to discover what she was missing. Damn did she find it. She had seen so much in her time away from Viras. She had seen magic unlike anything the Viera typically practiced, and learned it as well. She had been introduced to weapons, technology, things she still didn't entirely understand. It was exciting, it was enlightening. However, not all of it was good. She had also been introduced to evils she had never considered, and heartbreak.

Eivør had always intended to return, she just never had a plan on when. Part of it was because of how much she enjoyed being among others not of her kind, but part of it was also for fear of if she went back... would she leave again? It was not worry that she wouldn't be allowed that stopped her, it was fear that she would decide to stay. It was home, after all. Twelve years did not compare to eighty. While she had made a home for herself, Viras was home. She had accepted many things about being away from Viras; it guaranteed she would never birth a child, she would not see her mother, her brother, any of her companions. But in leaving them she gained so much more. She gained knowledge, power, strength, and happiness. Was it always perfect? No. Was it always easy? Also no. But was it worth it? Usually the answer was yes.

And then one night something visited her in her dreams. It was a quiet, distant voice. Barely above a whisper. But she knew this voice. She had heard it before. She would know it anywhere. It was one that had her sitting up in bed and waking in a cold sweat. The ticking of a distant clock and the idle tip tapping of a dodo wandering around were the only sounds around her. No chirping of birds, no rustling of leaves and branches, no distant rivers. Just Eivør's breath, her racing heart, and Fat Son.

Mother?

She hadn't been able to sleep again that night. It made carrying on with her tasks difficult for the following day; all she could think about was the whisper of her mother's voice. Falling to sleep for the following night had been difficult. It had been stressful, and though the night was fitful she eventually gave in to exhaustion.

She is sick. She needs you.

A second sleepless night had followed that. Her mother was sick? How? What could she do for her? It once again had Eivør waking in the night. She was shaking, she could barely think, or breathe. As if by no conscious volition of her own she began to back; clothes, weapons, food. The necessities. And Fat Son. She at least knew not to abandon him in her packing frenzy. And that was that, she rushed home. The use of aetheryte teleportation made the initial journey so much quicker, as it allowed her to get as close as possible to the borders of the jungle before she was forced to travel by foot.

This was a path she had taken only once before, and it had been in the opposite direction. Nevertheless, her feet carried her as if by instinct. Her body knew where to go. Home. She stopped only to rest, and to care for Fat Son, as the travel has stressed the poor dodo. Otherwise she made no detours, no stops for anything extracurricular. Only what was necessary. The closer she got to Golmore she louder the voice became. She needs you.

And then Eivør found herself at the edge of the forest. There it was. The familiar scent, the sounds, the trees. It was all there again right before her very eyes.

Golmore Jungle.

Dare she step foot beyond these trees? Was she even truly welcome to return home? Eivør's heart raced, she could hear it pounding in her ears. Home. She was home. But what awaited her here? She stood there for what felt like an eternity, just staring into the depths of a forest she had always known. A forest that had at one time been her entire world. All she had known. Now it felt... small. It was no smaller than it used to be, and it was still a massive place, but it felt so much smaller than the world she now knew. All that was left was to take that final step forward...

Because her mother needed her.

With a gentle sigh and a shake of her head, Eivør squeezed Fat Son tightly in her arms and began walking again. She stepped easily over logs, stones, and creeks. This forest was her domain, and she had always been and always would be its master. She ducked, she climbed, and she maneuvered her way through the forests of her homeland with ease, as if she had never left. While she did this she could hear everything, all those sounds the missed. The animals, the singing of birds, the distant creeks, waterfalls, rivers, the creaking of the trees moving and swaying, their branches heavy upon their trunks. She could even hear quiet whispers, the soft patter and skitter of humanoid footsteps. Someone was following her. It wasn't threatening, however. It was almost comforting in a way. Most likely it was a wood warder who had seen her enter the forest from the outside, but he did not attack a Viera. He just kept a wary eye, but made no move to stop her from her goal. She clearly knew where she was going. If she didn't stop she could get there by nightfall...

Eivør all but ran through the forest, leaping and climbing and gliding down pathways she had never forgotten. She stopped only when she finally smelled it; Viras. Someone was preparing something delicious. What time of year was it now? They must have been having a party of some kind. She couldn't help the smile on her face as she ventured closer, only to be met with a pair of spears being pointed at her face. "HALT! Stranger, who--" There was then a gasp, and one of the spears was lowered. "Eivør?"

"Wait, what?" The second woman lowered her spear and stepped closer with her partner. One was familiar to Eivør, white-haired Viera with dark skin, golden tattoos, and eyes like honey. The other as well, with her sandy hair and green eyes. Eivør recalled being lost in the eyes of both of these woman on more than one occasion. "No way." Honey gold eyes widened, and her jaw dropped. "No way--no..?!" The spear was slung over her back into a strap, and the white-haired woman walked a full circle around Eivør. She had stood still the entire time, hugging Fat Son protectively to her bosom and watching both women with relief and amusement. Svana and Hilde. She remembered these two so well. Were they paired now? Good for them. She must have been quite a sight to the two of them; she had been gone for eleven years now, and while not much had changed physically she was still a changed woman. She even dressed entirely different from the both of them. While both huntresses were garbed in leathers, she still wore a red dress covered in jewelry, and made of something much more delicate than leather.

"It has been.. a very long time," Eivør finally cut in, her voice quiet for the pair inspecting her.

"A ver--are you serious?!" Svanna gaped. "You abandon us for how long and come back all 'it's been a long time?!' That's your greeting?!" Claw-tipped fingers sank into fluffy white hair, clutching her head as if trying to contain herself. Meanwhile, Hilde's arms had wrapped around her midsection to laugh at Svanna. Eivør merely grinned and shrugged.

"Are you surprised, Hilde? That is very her. But.. Eivør. You have returned! This is wonderful, yes? And... you have brought dinner?" Green eyes landed upon the rotund creature in Eivør's arms, and Fat Son honked. "What--"

Eivør gasped, laughed, and squeezed the dodo with a wide smile. "Oh! Haha. Oh. No, no. He is not for dinner. This is.. this is my pet. I could not leave him behind, so... ah.. Hilde. Svanna. I. Mm. It's. This is awkward. I know you.. I know you will want to catch up? And perhaps have many questions.. but--"

With a gentle smile of understanding Hilde cut in, "you are here for Salma." Svanna immediately sobered and lowered her hands away from her head. While Hilde smiled, Svanna frowned. Eivør's ears slowly lowered to lay flat against her hair. "It's fine. We understand. Come, she still lives in the same home she did when you left.. we'll walk you there." Hilde finally turned, holding an arm out toward Eivør in invitation. Mismatched eyes widened a moment as she looked first to Hilde, then Svanna, and then finally to the village behind them. Viras. Her bottom lip quivered a moment, and Eivør had to cough and clear her throat as she took a shaky breath in and then began to walk closer into the village.

It was exactly as she remembered. Nothing had changed. And in the best way. Eivør's gaze wandered as she walked between Svanna and Hilde, following them to humor them. She still knew where to go. While many women were busy with their own suppers or various preparations, there were a few who met eyes with Eivør. Each one had a similar reaction; shock, relief, joy, and confusion. The closer they got to her mother's home, however, the less often she was met with confusion.

"How did you know of Salma's condition, Eivør?" Svanna asked as they approached the home. An abode covered in flowers, with a garden to rival Gridania surrounding it. Her heart skipped a beat as she gazed upon her childhood home. The home she grew up in. Her mother's home.

"I--I.. I dreamed of it. I. I heard it. I heard her." Her voice cracked a moment, but Eivør was quick to clear her throat. "Thank you for escorting me. Is there anyone in there with her now?"

"Yes, a healer from the next village over. It.. Eivør. It does not--"

"She needs me."

Svanna frowned. "...Right.." White ears lowered a bit, and Svanna approached the door to open it without bothering to knock. "Salma looks as ill as she is, Eivør. Are you prepared?"

"... Yes," she lied. Eivør then slipped past Svanna to let herself into the home. She stopped just past the threshold to look around. Everything was still mostly the same. Some redecorating here and there, but it was still her mother's home. It smelled of flowers, of nature, but also.. herbs. Healing herbs. Natural remedies. Medicines. Eivør frowned. This was why Salma needed her, she had learned healing outside of Viras' capabilities. Without a word she continued through the home, her arrival announced only by the clicking of heels and the jingling of jewelry. Even Fat Son dared not make a sound. She stopped only when she reached the threshold of her mother's bedroom, where she stood in the open doorway and gazed down upon the women gathered in the room. Two women were to the side, perhaps praying to the Green Word. She vaguely recognized them. These were friends of her mother's. One woman was completely alien to her; this must have been the visiting healer.

And then there sat Salma... she was gaunt, she even looked malnourished. Eivør could hear her breathing struggle, as if each breath took everything within her to take. Her normally beautifully dark skin was somehow pale, and even her hair had gained more grays. If Eivør didn't know any better she would think her mother to be an ancient; a Viera thousands of years old, old as the oldest tree in Golmore. But that was not the case at all. Salma was barely two hundred.. she still had so much life left to live.

Finally Eivør's quiet voice broke the silence."... M.. mother.. I--" Her breath caught in her throat, and tears filled her eyes and fell down her face. There were quiet gasps in the room as the healer and Salma's companions looked up from what they were doing. There stood Eivør, the daughter who had abandoned them to learn silly star magic. After eleven years. She had returned. "I.."

"Is that.. Eivør?" Croaked a familiar, but sickly voice. Eivør choked back a sob. "My... shining star..?" Fat Son was set down on the floor as Eivør stepped closer, nudging gently past the visiting healer to kneel down beside Salma's bedside and take a thin, shaking hand reaching out toward her. She took it in both hands and held it tightly at first, then more gently when she thought better of it. Eivør's own hands trembled as she brought a hand that was all but skin and bones to her lips. "Eivør, my love. You returned.. let me make you some tea--"

"No, mother.. no. It's. It's fine. I." Another kiss to her hand, and then it was brought to her forehead. "I heard your call. I'm here. I'm here. I'll fix you. I promise. I'll make you better." This was followed by another choked back sob. Svanna and Hilde in the doorway exchanged looks before quietly stepping in to usher the other women out. Let them have their reunion, especially since Svanna was sure it would not last.

There was a tired smile on Salma's face, but joy was still seen in dulled eyes. "Oh, my little star. Do not cry. If the Green Word brought you here, it must know you can help, yes?" With one hand held captive, the other reached across to pet dark hair of a weeping child. "I feel... better. Better already. Just seeing my Eivør. My darling girl. My little star."

She needs you, Eivør.

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