The Sunspire Back on schedule

Delicacy, really? Wraen arched her eyebrows in slight disbelief. Well, it was probably a matter of taste, because with the general mistrust towards any plants that weren't grass or carried berries aside, the sticky stuff left an odd taste in her mouth. There were many layers and she could not quite tell, which one she minded most - the concentred flowery tinge or the excessive sweetness.

"That will be eay," she replied, because her batteries were low due to the excessive time it took her to hunt for the moms and cubs all the time. And while she would have never told herself that she needed to rest, hearing this from an authority in her field, was a relief. "What will you do after my day of rest?" she asked with a slight suspicion, because she had had an impression that this was all the necessary healing.