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His concerns were calmed some when Alarian informed him that he was a healer. Midar figured that meant when he said he was fine, then he probably actually was. He hoped so anyway. The beast closed his eyes at the touch, nodding once in response, although he probably still would. He never had headaches like that, but he supposed that didn't necessarily mean anything; just because they had both lost their memories, didn't mean their wounds were the same or had caused the same kind of damage. Does that happen when you try to remember things? he asked after a moment. He'd especially like to know that so maybe he could avoid asking those kinds of questions in the future. It seemed the other man was quickly becoming one of the few wolves that Midar actually didn't want to hurt.