Chapter 375

• “Feverfew for the head,” Madam Livia murmured, clipping the leafy plant and placing it into the basket Emeriel carried as the two of them walked through the woods. “Comfrey for wounds, valerian for sleep.”
• Emeriel whistled absently, her spirits lifted by the joy of her new gift. Her Daemon had decided to keep the revelation a secret for now, at least until the Oracle could provide more insight. In his own words, "To protect my pregnant female before the people start lining up in crowds outside the residence all day to see her.”
• “Are you listening to me?” Madam Livia asked, narrowing her eyes in suspicion.