She cupped a child's brow and felt memory scrabble in the dark: a sudden, intimate knowledge of which herb unstitched fever and which root steadied the shaking jaw. For a night she grafted herself to their bodies, siphoning warmth, placing bandages, whispering nonsense songs until their chests calmed. When the sun bled through the leaves, the marsh children were better, and Mara's pockets were lighter — not in coins, but in small, intimate memories. She could not remember the color of the ribbon her sister used to braid into her hair. She could not recall the exact cadence of the lullaby she had sung to herself as a child.
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