Lost Creek Hollow every step i take

at least she wasn't letting her injuries get in the way of her... enthusiasm. sometimes he felt like an old man. what was the saying? he had an old soul? that was it. he felt wise beyond his years but also very grumpy for his youth. "Vuk" Baelfire greeted her with a grunt, rolling his eyes to her bundle in criticism. yet he found nothing to actually criticize. "mm. parsley and yarrow" and some odd foreign foliage he didn't know. stupid northern plants. "good job. though you should rest your leg sometimes" his green eyes flickered first with some concern then a rare spark of amusement. and oh, was that a compliment at the start? why, yes it was. she wasn't a useless lump. he could appreciate her efforts. if only everyone had the same work ethic.