King Elk Forest we were hoping for some romance, all we found was more despair

he's pleased to hear her affirm that she's settling in - good, not only because he does genuinely want everyone to be comfortable, but because, well, it means she's less likely to vanish on them. or at least that's what he tells himself (funny to have a pack run by a couple of boys with abandonment issues, but that's what happens when you keep bleeding members despite your best efforts, he guesses). 

anatha explains what she's carrying. he knows what mint is but he didn't know its uses. "oh," the nénar says, feeling a bit silly for - judging is too strong a word, but, you know, the usual. "do you have a sore throat?" he asks, recalling his first fear that she'd been physically ill - she still smells fine but now he's curious, dang it.