Wapun Meadow Sing, Bluebird, sing

Simatra seemed inordinately disappointed by his lack of medical knowledge, despite the fact that she wasn't wounded. Tambourine nibbled at his lip, wondering at her behavior. She tried to change the subject, commenting on the scenery, but for once the youth wasn't easily distracted. He was very intrigued by her response.

"Why'd you ask then?" he wondered, voice authentically curious. "Do you?" he guessed. "Know about herbology and remedies? Is that part of being a—" Tambourine paused, trying to recall the word she had used for warrior. "—zebra?"