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"Nah," Burr replied, dropping his snout back across his forelegs and wincing when he unintentionally jerked the injured one. Keeping it immobile was going to take a lot of getting used to. Luckily, he was the sort of kid who liked to lounge around without much responsibility, so at least he had the bed rest aspect of it down pat. He idly licked his lips, searching through his skull for a potential conversation topic—what did you talk about with total strangers, anyway?—and ended up falling short for a time.

Eventually, after a very pregnant pause, Burr wondered, "can you cure curses, too?" A fair amount of time had passed since he had met that black-coated witch lady near the haunted forest, but he remembered her well enough to equate Pema, a healer, with her. Surely if one medic could do it, all of them could, right?