Shaken by the lynching, how something could be so violent and so terrifying. She slept fitfully, until falling into a dead sleep that had her awakening, none too refreshed. She staggered out to the bathroom and then to the kitchen, taking another jug of milk and pouring a glass. She took a sip, noticing that it was cooler this time. "I'll have to ask Saffron if I can milk her sheep for better drink" She said softly, walking out to the city center.
"Is all well?" She asked outloud, looking around. She heard no ruckus, and sighed happily. How it should be" She said, toasting her bowl of milk to the center of the city, and then moving to her garden, checking the seeds she'd planted. "Seems as though my wolfsbane has brought peace"