wrap my arms around you

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It had been some weeks since Lecter had returned to the Vale, and he did so with aplomb, carrying a wide, carefully folded leaf stuffed full with dried herbs. Though he cursed the very name of Raheerah, and hoped that the goldscale woman had gotten the presence of thought to rid herself of his rancid spawn, he remained a healer, and his duty was to those injured here in exchange for access to their herb plots.

Long strides carried him into the emerald territory, and after a brief pause just over the borders to ensure that those watching saw and recognized him, Lecter set off for the den where he had last known the injured healer to be.

She was not there, and so the madman followed the thin trail of her scent to the sprawling roots of the white-and-red tree, keenly catching sight of her broken body there. Clearing his throat to announce his approach, the madman drifted closer, setting down his bundle of herbs, but said nothing for the present.