Broken Boulder Heaven sent, hell proof

Liri smiles at his joke, empathizing grealty due to her own thick arctic pelt. "Goldenrod," she replies automatically, glancing at the plant he's referring to,"it's for aching joints. And bad injuries." 

"Good for the old ones back home. And the hindered," she gives a light shake of her bad leg. The summer rain had put an arthiritic ache in her bones, a condition that would likely plague her in her later years.

"I'm a healer, I'm the Caretaker here. Guess I forgot to mention that," she smiles.

Rank wasn't really as important here; Liri didn't often find herself in a position to dominate or submit to many of the members. She respected them, truly, and that seemed adequate. 

"Do you know what trades you would like to work for? Maybe I can help," she says it with sudden excitement, as if it has just occurred to her. Her tail picks up a vigorous pace as she awaits his response.