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Ira didn't mind the slow pace, it was still faster than her making multiple trips to clear the rotting prey. A silence fell over the two as they journeyed past their borders, though that was expected given that their maws were a bit full. Speedy was quick to fix that however as soon as the task was done. The Count had just turned to head back when her friend spoke up, a brow raising as she glanced at the healer.

Something going on? The question rose a chuckle from the roan woman as she walked, I'm not quite sure what you are talking about. As far as she had seen, they've acted the same. Nothing had really changed aside from the Constable's temporary disappearance. In all honesty, the only that that had really changed was it was now she who was making den visits. Of course, from where she stood, Ira had been completely blinded to what was so apparent to the healer.  We've both been fine aside from his injuries, though they seem to be healing nicely with someone's help. It was small praise for all that Speedy had done, but by now her track record was practically spotless.