King Elk Forest I could even learn how to love

At the handsome bard's whimsical query, Cynefrid would erupt with soft laughter. "A healer can look after herself well too, you know Ravinger?" She said whilst slowly rounding his side. Being cared for every once in a while felt nice, but Cyne knew the basics of what to do when ever she was injured or sick herself. It got a bit lonely, yes, but she didn't mind too much. Its just what she's used to.

Rav didn't seem to have any apparent injuries on him at the moment, and it was a good thing too. Other than the paw he lifted to show her -- and she'd gently take it into her own paw to peer closer. "Do your paws not sting when you apply pressure? Like walking?"