Redsand Canyon You're just like an angel

Her bossy tone carried her affection and her worries and manifested in a commanding nature. It was a voice she used often, even without the affection in it like she did with Kallik, whenever she had a patient who simply did not listen. She knew what she was talking about, her mother had seen to that, and she wouldn’t let him do more damage to himself simply out of guilt for something she would continue to defend was not his fault.
 
Still, her words seemed to settle him, and so she settled comfortably at his side, resting up against him while being mindful of his injuries. While she had given him poppy seeds during initial treatment, she had switched him back to scrub pine. She worried about addiction and only used poppy seeds in a pinch like they had been in upon his return. He had missed her too, a soft nuzzle returning his words, lightly against his neck away from his chest which was no doubt tender and still hurting from the infection and tedious process of cleaning the infection away.
 
She did not speak, not until he promised to do as she said, but his statement caused her nose to wrinkle and a frown on her features. “Helpers can only do so much.” She stated stubbornly in return. “Even Malila, with all I’ve taught her already, can only do so much. They haven’t trained their whole lives like I have; there are still a wide variety of situations that neither of them can handle. Right now I mostly have Malila going out to find herbs. I don’t want to go anywhere near let alone cross the borders right now, and I couldn’t even if I wanted to. I can’t go far distances.” Tamar had learned bits and pieces, but she was not formally training like Malila, and even then her young apprentice had not been training for long. “I promise, I’m only pushing myself as much as I have to.” He sounded like Germanicus when the Imperator had been encouraging her to rest.