Silvertip Mountain My Mind Is My Last Sanctuary

Chaska nodded along solemnly. She had been a great help. And despite the stubborness she represented when he spoke of him being fine, he welcomed her medical attention to him. Her presence to his story, that he did not favor as much. yet part of him knew it was for the best. Maybe he would even get help now that another knew.

"I have met Ezekiel. Quite kind. And Niita. She gave me some bark for my wound. I could see why you like her. And from what I could tell, she likes you." Had he known what had already happened, Chaska would have congragulated him. "Both are quite polite. A gentleman and gentlelady. Even though neither came off as that at first, but that may have been me." He had a frown on his face that he directed at the ground in front of him. But really, it was at himself. How could he have been so detached, so closed off? They only wanted to help, and at first he shrugged them off.