Northstar Vale sand willow

all of a sudden bartholomew was weeping.

tamar's brow furrowed. she did not think as she descended the short distance and approached him. "you are hurt," she observed, her eyes searching for wounds despite the fact she did not think they were in his pelt.

"i am in training to be a healer. a doctor, like my friend aquene. i think you should stay here, if just for a little while." tamar wanted to urge him. she did not know what had brought the tears, only that they deeply worried her for some reason.