Things were beginning to feel tense again—like they had never left the Kingswood. It made the pale Stark uncomfortable and she couldn’t help but worry, especially since their numbers had dwindled in the recent weeks. Reid had gone missing, Aytigin had been booted, Risaela had left once again … even her twin had been scarce … would there be any members left? Her lips tightened into a thin line as she trailed after her mother’s scent, her gangly legs working quickly to catch up. Most of her time had been spent inside the Driftwood borders, as she did not want her parents to think she was disappearing too, so it felt strange crossing over the borders. A heavy sigh escaped her as she bounded over the invisible line and quickened her pace, her pale ears falling against the back of her skull. She had debated on seeking out her father, but with the unusual amount of stress that seemed to follow him like a storm cloud, Lavender felt as though it was best if she left him alone. Plus, she was curious as to how her mother was doing considering her condition…

She was surprised to catch wind of the pale healer as she drew closer to her mother. Immediately the girl feared something was wrong with Lilya; why else would the blue-eyed male seek her out? But, they were packmates and her mother was a leader. Which meant they would have non-medical related interactions. Duh.

She approached the pair with a soft, almost shy, smile gracing her alabaster features. Instead of greeting them verbally Lavender pressed her nose to her mother’s chin, her tail sweeping behind her as she turned to the blue-eyed healer.

She found herself smiling despite the awkwardness of this meeting. Lilya took little time in breaking the tension by asking whether she had been staying out of trouble and the young girl nodded without hesitation even despite them both knowing anything of the sort would be out of character. She looked then toward Emrys once more, listening to his suggestions and taking in the complaints her mother raddled off, it seemed she'd been battling bouts of nausea and desperately needed relief. She wasn't sure whether her father had a stash of yarrow or ginger root, but she figured if she could find it to help her mom she'd go looking for the root without question. What does ginger root look like, maybe I can help? she asked, her voice meek in comparison to the others. She looked to her mother just then, a look of questioning on her face as if seeking permission to be apart of the birth of her siblings. Judging from how large and round her mother was, she would be popping them out any day and she wanted to be prepared.

Awkward, she was being awkward. At least, she felt that way. In an attempt to calm her overt nervousness she looked to her paws and found that they were moving beneath her, lifting and lowering ever so slightly beneath her before she found the power to stop it and looked to Emrys without word. He was smiling at her and she couldn't help smiling back, wondering if he had caught the movement in her feet and secretly hoping he hadn't. Her mother had offered her assistance in finding the root and without missing a beat her tail lashed behind her in excitement, although she worried over her mother and the condition she was in, she knew that two (or three) heads were better than one and was glad that she'd offered to help. The pack medic described the plant with great detail and she stored it easily, nodding her head to assure him that she understood the directions and looked to her elders before finally speaking. "Got it. Dark green with hairy heart shaped leaves" she repeated, as if proof that she had been paying attention and looked toward her mother, perhaps for further instructions before finally poking her nose to the ground in search of the necessary plant. She remembered the words of her father, how interested he was in helping others and the great care he took in tending to the medicinal plants and she found herself beaming at the possibility of proving similar care. It helped too that her patient happened to be her mother.