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deirdre watched him come, and though he scowled, she smiled warmly at him. for his mobility looked well, and he still wore the seaweed upon him. i am sorry i did not call to inform you i would be later-- she responded, her voice gentle, and she fumbled for a moment. it did not seem wise to inform him who was ill, and though she trusted others with herself she was not so open when it came to those she loved, for it was not, she felt, her place. there is an ill wolf within donnelaith, and i needed to aid in tending to him. you--you do not need to teach me to fish, if you do not wish, she uttered, her eyes downcast. deirdre had been late, after all, and not kept to her word. why should she expect him to do so? why should she ask this of him?

and she would do her job with pleasure even still; for the wellbeing of this man was her priority, and of utmost importance to her. let us go toward the ocean; its time to remove this, but we do not want to open the wound with what i placed upon it. no doubt it would cling to his furs; it was why he could not wet it for so long. removal would be easiest when wet, and painless as well.