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His swift acquiescence earned an approving glance, even as Druid raised a foreleg to touch at her throat. Was her voice gone forever? Or would it return, once her throat no longer felt like she’d swallowed a mouthful of burning sand?

The stranger offered to leave, just after taking a seat. The young woman gave him a speculative look and wondered: if he knew about first aid, might he know some treatment for her sore throat?

Unsure how to ask without a voice, Druid tried speaking again. Do you, she managed to croak, the words quieter than even a whisper, know how to…? She tapped at the underside of her neck again.