Great Bear Wilderness these feet aren't fast enough for me

If he had been more himself and not encumbered with pain and weariness, Luke would have been wholly amused by this lad's unique manner of speaking, and he would have gladly bantered back and forth with him just to hear him talk. Unfortunately, he was not well and not in the spirits he was so known for. He was not bothered by the other's presence, but he could not engage in the way he typically did.

"Well," he said. "I've had better days but I think I'll be fine." The golden male introduced himself, and Luke was able to pick out that he was a healer and was offering assistance. "I'm just trying to get to the plateau," he replied. "I don't know... the wound on my head, is it bad?" He tilted his head toward the doctor of the 'dera'. He could not see it himself, but it was split open, a gash about three inches long. It would heal in time, but it was susceptible to infection, especially since it was inaccessible to Luke's own blue tongue. Keeping it clean would be difficult.