The woman had still been avoiding the pack den and central part of the territory like the plague for fear of what she would find. She had no illusions as to what would happen, in her mind, when she was found by someone who still thought she was insane. She had been cooped up in the den that gave her comfort, a den she knew nothing about but was connected to in so many ways, and she had been quite busy. She had constantly been gathering herbs, as it was still her calling and she supposed some things never left her even when she lost her memory, and she had been storing them in the very den she slept in. She had to stay calm but she felt like she couldn't hide her insecurity anymore.
She had regretted that one day where she went by the pack den and met Silentium. She felt like she was no welcomed because she had literally gone crazy in front of her (supposed) best friend, fellow healer, and alphas. She still had no recollection of her son and had never been really told about him. She had no idea that she and Nina had a strong mother and daughter relationship and because of it, she was afraid of Nina the most. The last thing a fae with pups needed was another fae whom she saw as mentally unstable in the pack. Right? She had curled up in the den she had called home for so long as she tried to drift into a peaceful slumber.