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Aquene did not often consider that such conversation might make others uncomfortable. It had been a normal conversation to arise since she had been born, so the details had not really been considered too gruesome in some way. She caught his murmur and responded only with a frown. The life of a soldier was fine – she had walked with a paw in it for some time, but it was glaringly apparent that the soldiers did not have the necessary bedside manner in order to act as a healer.
 
Arsenio was the only one she might consider… but he was leaving too. Glaukos was too jaded and stubborn, Towhee too inappropriate, Maxim to silent and intimidating… and the rest she did not know terribly well… perhaps @Phox though all she knew of him was that he cared for his sister, and that he was a fairly friendly individual who had indulged a pregnant woman in late night conversation. “I believe he is.” She stated with absolute certainty. “The Matrona seems to trust him and his wife as well.” She had jumped to the conclusion after the conversation she’d had with the man, and the way he’d been free to walk within the borders to even have such a conversation with her.