Lost Creek Hollow blackbird song is over now

tyty! sorry mordecai is an awful conversationalist as of late, i have noticed.

He pulled away as she reached out for the offering, slinking back from whence he came in part to let her have her peace. Not that he wanted any particular thing doing with the herbs that went with it to begin with, but the action was all systematic by default. He did however take study of how she opted to be choosy, pulling the dried out greenery from the chewy chunk; Mordecai remained oblivious of the fact that perhaps she did not want the meat to go with it at all.

"Harlyn said the herbs will help with the pain," he went on to say. It seemed to him that Shiboka had at least been lucky to get out. Banged up and weary no doubt, but at least she seemed to have all her toes and limbs. "She'll be by to check you over for herself again too." And probably ensure that nothing had managed to fester and tear along the way, something that he couldn't entirely tell on his own, and if he could spot it too easily then it was probably safe to suggest things were far worse than the beginning.