Arrow Lake we are the ones who will never be broken

She pressed gently once more, every so often sneaking a glance back to his shoulder to reassure herself the blood had not begun to flow so freely once more. It looked as if it was beginning to stop—scab over, hopefully, and would let the poultice to its work.

Aquene—who was married, interestingly enough—was in the same breath noted as another who Reyson held a special respect for. As well as a former lover and his mother. “Ooh,” she crooned, still teasing. “You hold a soft spot for us healers, hm?”

Yet he discussed visiting her—without a wound or on a mission. “That seems forward?” She didn’t quite understand what he meant, her eyes sliding over to study his own gaze before she peeled back the web and moss, assessing once more. “Do you not do anything but work, Reyson?”