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Holland's cool tones relaxed Toad somewhat as he knelt down to her. He spoke in a different language, which might have been attractive had she known him to be a nice person. As it was, she assumed he probably said something snarky and rude under his breath in a language she wouldn't be able to understand. With pursed lips she waited for the doctor's diagnosis, and after a moment, he gave it. Oh, she said, eying it as though expecting the scrape might get infected immediately.

After he'd finished, she looked at him for a moment, looked at his one unnerving red eye for a split second before focusing back on the scrape. Toad leaned over and licked at it profusely for a few moments, clearing it to the best of her ability of dirt. Good enough for me! She grinned, tail waving as though she had just accomplished something great.

Have you been up the mountain yet? Toad gestured with her head toward moonspear's famous peak, tilting her head and looking at his curiously.