Blame it on being raised in a dark foggy patch of woods but Valour just preferred the nighttime. Once more he found himself too restless to sleep, every time he closed his eyes he saw himself beneath Donovan being unraveled until he damn near collapsed beneath the man or the images were worse. If he began to slip away he'd hear the echoes of the ones he loved calling out to him and the torment of not being able to answer jolted him awake. After a few hours he gave up and stood wandering through the land until he found himself in the familiar herb scented fields of healer's pass. The agouti was not alone though for his eyes caught the moon's light illuminating the world and falling upon the shadow who he'd never seen before and upon scenting the air found him unfamiliar though his fur held the scent of everyone else enough he knew them to be one The Saints. Watching silently from the distance as the man dug through the ground he saw the plants be pulled free and had reason to move forward his posture hesitant as he gave the stranger a wide stretch of space his head turned awkwardly to accomodate for the missing eye "Are you a healer?" he asked his voice gruff from lack of use and the ravaging fever that had begun to rise again in the past day or so. Serem hadn't seemed to know very much about medicine though he knew she knew how to poison, so which was the man?

 Valour's ears leaned slowly toward the man intrigued by the softness and what was placed to be as a friendly enough demeanor to be approachable. With the confirmation that the knowledge was held Valour moved closer and turned his head giving the man a full glimpse of his eye while curling his lip in what was sheer impulsive response to the vulnerability "If you know what you're doing, please fix this. It keeps oozing on and off and giving me fever. My other wounds are healing alright but this socket hurts like a bitch and I don't know anything other than a quick patch up and painkillers" it was more than he'd spoken to another wolf in weeks now, deep voice more gravelly than usual from lack of use and sleep. "You'll have plenty to do with me. I'm always on the warpath. My name is Valour" the request for help was followed after a brief pause where he realised how rude he'd been and lowered the grotesque sight away from the man ears shifting atop his head as he introduced himself more properly. 

Face to face Valour met red eyes and looked away though he ensured the healer could still inspect the remnants of the eye that Valour assumed had begun to rot from the socket. The man introduced himself in return and once more Valour was struck by that damned sensation of hurt. Would everything remind him of the one's he'd lost? For how long would he be unable to look at people simply because they had small fractions of similarities? What distracts him and pulls him out of his head was Hemlocke beginning to muse on treatment, listing herbs for the treatment that the aspiring medic had never heard. The information was tucked into his mind, Oak leaves for infected eyes but could they be used for all wounds? Watching with renewed interest as the shadowy brute pulled plants out he couldn't help himself and lowered his muzzle his ears shifting back and eyes side glancing warily as he sniffed the scents of what had been compiled "Derg treated me once and I've been trying to wash it and use poppy to keep the pain at bay since. It does this thing where it suddenly starts oozing gross smelling liquid, I think whatever's left in there needs to come out" he wasn't proud of the confession, he had tried to find that healer Nyra pointed him to but couldn't and he was still wary of Derg despite the man having the tendency to show up when he was truly in need of such a solid, stoic presence "I'm not afraid of pain I'm more afraid of this rotting eye winding up killing me"