Bearclaw Valley I am still here. Give me back my smile.

The extent of one's injuries was easy to downplay, so while Blondine was listening, she didn't have much regard for what was being said. She looked at Onyx and grunted before furthering her investigation with light prods and pokes to make sure nothing was hurt below the surface. Getting the wind knocked out of you, that was an easy way to bruise or break a rib.

Well, who else would I be asking about? Blondine asked, pulling herself back up with a wide smile, I don't see anyone around to whom I would rather speak. I think you'll find that I tend to ask about others a bit too much, but pride is a sin and compassion is not. That's why, whenever folks would clown her for being too caring and soft, Blondine knew better than to fight back. 

The Lord's got something for you, you know.