Chapter 30
She was not looking forward to that. She never did. She avoided the town and its occupants as if there was a plague upon the place. But Sansa was too feeble to make the journey anymore. Krista knew what awaited her and she couldn’t help but cringe inwardly.

Later, after she had picked the Amarano leaves, the Vantak roots and the Zantar blossoms that they needed for the cough tinctures, she found Sansa by the old kettle in front of the small cottage that she had called home for many years now. She came up to Sansa and set down the bag of herbs. She leaned forward and fondly kissed the old woman on the head.

“A watched pot never boils, dear Sansa.”

Sansa looked up and patted Krista’s hand. Krista’s eyebrows quirked up and a smile teased at the corners of her lips.

“Sansa?”

“Yes?”

“Your pot is boiling.”

“Oh, you rascal you! You’ve done it again. Now, off with you to town to get the tincture fluid.”

Krista moved off towards the town with a laugh, getting a weak pat on the bottom for her im
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