Meadowlark Prairie just a little bit's enough.

Mason noted that she seemed confused and out-of-place in the world. He started to feel a bit worried about her. When she returned speech, it was in a slow and steady rhythm like he had undertaken. Glad he was helping her to understand, Mason smiled softly and nodded.

“Yes, a lake. Is there one near here? I was looking for some herbs, to help poorly wolves.” Mason spoke gently, but not as slowly as before. Maybe he could try and bring her up to speed in the conversation. Did she even know what a lake was?