Bitterroot Valley But Where's Your Heart?

Sure, she had traveled, but not as long as Orson. At least she'd bet it. The idealism just hadn't been beaten out of her yet. Orson kept her self-aggrandizing conclusion to herself, merely nodding at the woman's words. 's fine. Sounds like a nice group, though. Haven't heard of too many of those. She snorted, shaking her head. Not too many, fer sure. Orson sighed. Seemed like there was nothing else she got get from the woman. Nothing that important. You the pack healer? Or do you just like herb-pickin'?