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Harlyn frowned thoughtfully when Dante explained his own dealings with the pain.  "The herb you got for me would be good for you then," she suggested, "It'll make you groggy as well as lessen the pain.  You should keep some at your den, just in case you need it."  Perhaps when she got better, she would bring him some.  Otherwise she suspected he might not do as she said - men were like that, after all.

"Only... sometimes," Harlyn answered hesitantly, "Usually it happens just before a storm or when the weather changes...  Different things like that.  It always precedes something, though I am not always fortunate enough to know beforehand what that might be..."  Slowly and tentatively, she pulled her head away from him then, daring to squint at the world around her to see how intense the pain was.  It had lessened somewhat, which she had suspected since her fatigue was already growing.

"I think I can walk now," the druid said, stepping back from her alpha, "Is there shelter near where I can lie down for a while?"