Haunted Wood you can't go back to constantinople

"You're a good leader, Valour. Things feel better, with you in charge"

It was probably this moment that would pop into Valour's mind if he'd need to recall something he could have potentially screwed up on. It was such a reassuring thing to hear for the struggling young leader that a bright smile broke out on his maw, the likes of which he'd rarely ever made "It is starting to feel more like a home isn't it?" he agreed wagging his tail and nodding at the offer for further help, gathering up the remaining herbs and chewing them with a wince. Clarence was right, they did taste weird... not awful though. Licking them on the tears to his ankle he glanced upward as he spoke "I'm probably going to end up resting for a day at least, don't worry" he said pointing to the poppy seeds provided for him and Clay's pain. Serem said they were strong and would make him loopy and tired "Later, Clarence" he said and watched the spotted man leave, staring a few seconds longer as he wondered if this was actual friendship. Alone finally he moved to Clay and hesitantly lay down, too wary of the sudden anger to snuggle though once asleep he'd end up there anyway.