Blacktail Deer Plateau summer days

Occupational hazard.  He guessed that would be the case, though it wasn't one that would have crossed his mind when he thought of healers.  Perhaps those less bee-inclined - or allergic - bribed naturalists for their stocks?  Seemed as though she was determined to brave the buzzing hordes in spite of it, though her tentativeness was telling as she poked at her dropped bundle.  "Bee warriors.  Even healers need to keep on their toes."  He smiled, in no way implying that healing was an easy gig.  It just wasn't one where danger was assumed.

"Need help carrying?" He put forth the offer easily, expecting it might get turned down but feeling the need regardless.  If she wasn't big on bees and that one decided to return, it would likely come after the bearer of the flowers.  "So, what... anger a hive as a pup?  Or just generally not a fan?"  This was added offhand, for he had never been one to pry into pasts and wasn't about to start now.  But he was a tad curious if her fear went deeper than the usual avoid-the-sting mentality.  Phobias weren't overly common but he was aware some did have that fear.  And usually it had a cause.

He stuck around a while, catching up and possibly learning a little more about her, but as the day grew long he had to dismiss himself to see to the borders. He made the offer for her to join, and if she did, they could continue the chat. If not she too could finish whatever she's been up to when he'd interrupted for this conversation.