Bearclaw Valley Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves

We'll let that sit there for a little bit, she told Val, ignoring his question at first. Then the bruin-heart took a seat and carefully slid down, her chest resting on the ground while her hips were angled so that her non-injured side was down. 

I am taking care of myself, the healer told him. I treat my pain the same as I treat yours but it does not completely eliminate it. I rest as much as I am able, but I am the healer of Ursus, and I have a job to do; the bear does not favor the weak. A little pain was a small price to pay to the spirit. 

She looked at him with the fondness of a queen to her subject. The bear also favors those who shed blood for Ursus, Arielle told him. You did well.