Bearclaw Valley I know my love can be the killing kind

Ah, so that was how the moss worked. Made sense now why Evien told him to drink it, not eat it. Oh well. Aventus felt a little dumb for assuming it was to be taken like food, but he didn’t let it get him too down. At least Evien was laughing about it, not chiding him like a baby, so it couldn’t be that bad.

Evien went on, and Aventus knew he was right. Astara could make anyone bow to her if she wanted to. It begged the question of why she wasn’t more forceful about it. He couldn’t exactly ask her, but thinking about it did bring to mind something from the meeting with the Saints. He almost asked Evien, but held it on the tip of his tongue when the cleric asked how he felt.

Hurts, he agreed, shifting his body a little and wincing when pain lanced his side. S’okay if I stay still. Which was doable right now because he’d only just woken up and he had the chocolate healer to talk to. So he went back to his question, from something he’d overheard Evien say when the two packs met. Truthfully, he had a few questions for Evien, but he started with that. Mother’s name is… Leila?