Porcupine Ridge and I told you to be patient

The soft rumble of a throat being cleared drew her attention, head snapping upwards as the herbs trickled from her jaws like jade droplets. 

He'd blended in well, huge and shale - sturdy like the stones he curled amongst. Only the citrine of his vibrant gaze revealed him, and only then if you knew what to look for. 

"Fergive me, ser," the healer implored softly as her head bowed diffidently, "I didnae know ze lan' vas claime'."