Bearclaw Valley la bien qui fait mal

trust.

perhaps evien's mistake was thinking astara was capable of such a metric in the first place. her entire life had been one long convoluted twist after the other -- if she trusted a single soul now, she was stupid.

astara studied him blandly, noticing he cringed as he masticated the strange vegetation. by her decree, there was little incentivizing her to eat the bolus at all. yet she had learned in her short time with the medic he was persistent -- gingerly she pulled the construction of plant-matter towards her, giving it a sniff -- did he truly want her to eat all of that, now? yuck.