Duskfire Glacier [Mature] Some sort of clarity

'Your wife', he smiled at the words, they were something he thought to only hear in his later years of life. "She is doing well, the pain clung to her longer than I would have liked but it has finally begun to fade." He informed. Seeing Imaq wince in pain all those times always pumped concern into his veins but then knowing he couldn't cure the issue instantly curdled his concern into frustration. What good was he if all he could do was be useless? Removing himself from that train of thought Rye brought the herbs to his attention. "So, what have you got there?" He asked.