Bearclaw Valley beloved physician

stupid. it's a word she's never been called, and boy, does she loathe it. her ears fold back, wincing, as if slapped. she bears the brunt of his hateful words with a stony expression, her face closing off with each utterance. and then he is gone before she has the chance of rebuttal—

but what to say? what to do?

she may be favored by his bear-god, but he is favored by their parents. otherwise, she would be lording over him and not vice versa. he is wrong; he is the useless one, he is the stupid one. fallen into fortune by circumstance—oooh, she hates him in this moment. . .

you should have died. and after all that, after her journey to try and avenge the woman who had almost taken his life!

no, he should have died. only Evien had spared his life. . .and, apparently, hers too. so they both had the healer to thank—twice over, in fact. but it is becoming increasingly obvious that Ursus will have one of them, or the other. not both.

Avicus wheels away, moving the other direction, a snarl rising up in her throat as the anger continues to mount.