Chloe’s POV
"Good morning, Chloe," she greeted, her face lighting up with a warm smile.
"Morning," I responded, gingerly getting up, my hand instinctively cradling my stomach.
"How are you feeling?" she asked, her eyes filled with concern.
"I'm good," I responded, "just a bit nauseous."
Larisa nodded. "I've been making a tea with some local herbs. It should help with the nausea," she said, her hands deftly pouring the steaming liquid into a wooden cup.
As the sun climbed higher, we set about our daily tasks. Larisa, with her intimate knowledge of the bush, would teach me how to identify various plants, which ones were safe to eat, and which ones to avoid. She was patient with me, repeating instructions and showing me techniques until I got them right.
"Remember, Chloe, the bush i
