Blacktail Deer Plateau thoughts keep steering me the wrong way

maybe a fade?

Truthfully, he did not know how much he could handle being a healer.

He was not built like her. These things did not come to him with a passion and ease. He admired her for it, though. Content to help her with the things he could.

He was lucky to find you and your healing. Even if he was stupid enough to leave after.

And he meant it in earnest, not attempt to flatter her.

Perhaps this would become their shared thing. He could gather for her, she could share stories and wisdom of the art. He found he did not hate the idea.