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Zaavier rolled his eyes at her sassy tone. "The name's Zaavier Armanda, but call me Zaavier." He pitched back at her with an equally sassy expression. He was not intimidated by her. Plus, he wasn't doing anything to challenge her, so there was no reason to get hasty - at least in his opinion. 

"Not excactly a healer," Zaavier explained. "More like a healer in training. I'm gathering these herbs for Reek." He added as if to prove he wasn't that useless. "Also, I can fight fairly well." He did have some of his own battle techniques that especially came in handy a couple years ago with that bear... No! He's not going to think about that anymore! 

He quickly changed the subject, hoping to keep his anger and grief from welling up too far. He did a better job at masking his emotions than the first time when he was on the stroll with Reek. They were hardly noticeable at all as he began speaking again. "I might as well take you up on that offer, thanks." He said as she offered up her den to him. "I come from a place a long ways away from here." He said, deadpan. He wasn't in the mood for more of this.