Bearclaw Valley Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves

arielle didn't wince too much when she saw val - a plus. val tried to crack a smile and regretted it instantly. a flare of white light overtook him, and by the time he recovered from reeling arielle had slipped him something in the snow.

a piece of a tree. val looked at it, and then her -- she was kidding right?

but no. she wasn't. val took the thing dubiously between his teeth, chewing and swallowing its unpleasantry with a wince. arielle had risen by this point, and was already off -- as much as a limping healer could be. val followed, bewildered and with so many questions unspoken.