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"I haven't, no," she said as she watched the sow move on out of their view. Better she did, Phoebe thought, because if she had charged them and they were injured, she didn't even know where to begin with finding what was out there to work with just yet. Merrick had told her there were other healers there, at least one, but she hadn't sought him out just yet either.

"But I've seen them chase others before. Usually if there's one, there's more... and that's where they become trouble. Otherwise I don't think they'd be so confident with all of us here. Have you given them chase before?" She moved on with the conversation fluidly, finding purchase in the topic. Her gaze stole across him again and all that composed him, even down to the traces that showed he too was roughhewn and worn. Perhaps not so much as their esteemed leader, but enough to know there was a story writ upon him as well.