Bearclaw Valley miserere mei, deus

Arielle was going about her usual business, her heart still blazing from her newly formed bond with the prince. At times, she caught her mind wandering from her tasks, and she would have to redo something or start over. She found it very difficult to be annoyed by it, though. 

But, she had finally managed some focus as she finished lining the hole she had dug earlier with dried rabbit hide. She would use it to crush plants before placing them in the concave rock she had found—a gift from the bear. 

The voice drifted inside and pulled her focus again. It was one of the new skeptics. The bruin-heart saw it as a good sign that she was here. You can come inside, she answered.

Once the woman was inside and the healer had overcome her shock at how much the skeptic looked like their god, she spoke. What can I help you with? Her time was always available to those within Ursus.