Whitebark Stream e[m]barazada

Ah, there was a perfect example! He relaxed. I’ve helped a few. I know things for the sickness and for helping with strength. I know some of what can go wrong. Baba…. he told me some things, to know how to help. The monicker slipped out before he could drop it, and he felt a small flush of embarrassment. It felt strange for Ashlar, even now, to refer to Gannet with any other term.

She seemed nice enough, but there was still something amiss. He could sense tension in her, and was doing his best to answer so that he might help her to relax the same. Had she noticed something wrong in a pregnancy of her own? Or did a friend need help? He couldn’t tell from looking at her, and it felt like an unwise (and unkind) thing to assume.

I know I’m a stranger, but… that doesn’t mean anything, to me. I always try the same, it doesn’t matter who it is. Maybe this would help. He wasn’t sure.