Blackfoot Forest Flykte

Healers were peculiar creatures. Eventyr could not comprehend the willingness to help everyone. It would only rob Maiken of her time, her effort, her care. What would she have at the end if it? A warm tingling feeling that she’d done well. That wasn’t much, when all things were considered. It wasn’t much at all. The pale figure could not help but to think that this Maiken was naive. Eventyr didn’t have the time or desire to help see her clearly. 

May the raven guide you, then. 

The moon silver of her eyes shifted. Eventyr would need to leave. She could not remain standing around to share idle chitchat. Berserkir would be there in no time at all.