Northstar Vale Skotóno

It was a sad answer.

Arsenio eyed the other man, blue gaze prying. He’d heard similar talk among the soldiers of his homeland. It was not uncommon for men of war to see their futures ending in such brutal ways. The man looked as though he had clawed his way from several near-death experiences. Perhaps he had earned the right to a peaceful retirement.

I know very little for healing. Meadow is great mind for it. My wife, Tamar, is learning. She is smart and quick to pick up on these things. I am sure they will teach you, Arsenio suggested lightly. There was no rush on Reyson’s future. He would learn these things when his heart felt the passion to study them.

Another thought struck him.

My son is learning to heal. Perhaps you and he can find time to study together. 

Realization dawned on him. 

Unless you meant only that you were hoping to heal your spirit, and not learn how to heal the wounds of others, Arsenio tried to correct his overstep. A small smile was offered to the man.