Silvertip Mountain don't forget from whence you came

He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxing as she touched him in acceptance. "Good," he whispered, eyes like sapphires as he blinked back at her, grateful beyond further words. Whatever resignations she might still have about him or his creed, he hoped he could alleviate them with time. Unknown to her, he didn't expect complete and utter devotion--not from a treasured friend--

--but one day, he hoped she would know Fengari as her god, the asteria her guides.

Phocion shook his head ruefully. "Unfortunately not," he said, feeling sheepish. "Things. . .transpired, and Cortland and I were separated for a little while. I lost track of the herbs while looking for him." He gave her an apologetic smile. "I can look now, though." His tail swayed as he stood, indecisive, waiting for her next command. He would defer to the healer's judgment.