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"Yes," she answered, pondering his words.

"I've never been a good fighter, I suppose that's why no other would have me. My mother taught me to be a healer," and well, not even that had been enough to make her a keeper. She shared such things thoughtlessly, eager for conversation that had not been afforded to her for some time.

Perhaps if she had been a better fighter, her complaints would never again fall on deaf ears. Not the first time she had entertained it, but the tools seemed still to be out of an ever grasping reach.

Her head canted in question.

"Do you teach others how?"