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He was caught off guard by the woman's eagerness to follow up with Xi'nuata's condition. He hadn't really expected her to care at all for the woman, just as Raheerah held little concern for wolves outside of his pack. But he supposed such fools were prone to extending their kindness as far as it could reach under the false hope that it may bring them fortune. He'd known fools like that; the monk was like that, and how many loyal dogs did he have baying at his heels? None any more. They all belonged to the dragon now; all warriors within his faction. Kindness was no virtue; it was a trap, a waste of time at best.

Raheerah grunted, thinking back to when he had to pluck the thorns from his light's fur. "Shhheee iiiss weeelll." He repeated, finding no need to elaborate further on her health. As far as he was concerned, if her eye wasn't bulging out of her head or bleeding, it was fine. She hadn't told him of any concerns she had, anyways. "Yoouu saaay yoou aare a heeaaler. Whaat dooees thiiis entaaiil." Raheerah pointed his nose at her, staring down his muzzle at the female with curiosity. He imagined she would have the same duty as the clerics, but considering the Vale's significant lack of clerics, he wanted to know what the lands outside of his valley could offer. Perhaps he could find somebody out here to serve as a cleric for the fighters of the Vale.