Herbalists' Cache fifteen cans of spray paint in a chemical swirl

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He nodded, still in good spirits. It didn't matter that she didn't know his companions; they could make their own relations. "Ah, it's ok. Perhaps one day you will meet them." His eyes shone with a hidden kindness that usually wasn't there. It seemed gentler souls of this land brought it out in him.

His ears pricked at the offer of help. He needed it, not being a trained healer or anything. He supposed Olive was, otherwise she wouldn't have offered help. "If you wouldn't mind. I can't claim the title of caregiver; not yet at least." He grinned, humorous. Today would be a good day.